Babysitting for my Uncle

Introduction:

My uncle seduced me into masturbating with him but we never could have accounted for what happened after…I used to babysit for my uncle a lot. He would have me come over after school and watch his two kids while he went to work. I would feed them, change the little one’s diapers, bathe them, and make sure they were asleep at night. He got home around 10 and pay me. He would usually just take me home after that, but one night that all changed.

He told me to come over on a Saturday because he got called in. I walked over to his house and started to take care of the kids while he got ready. The kids were fed and happily playing with toys or watching tv. That’s when my uncle had called me into his room.

He was freshly showered and was only in a towel. I took a moment to admire his body. His chest was smooth, perfect little nipples, gorgeous six-pack, and wondrous pecks. He asked if I would climb under his bed and pull out his fancy leather shoes because his back was hurting.

He had a business meeting that day so his attire had changed from his normal uniform. I was impressed that a man in his 30’s could look as ripped as he did. I smiled and said I could get under his bed. Mind you, I was wearing a dress… a short one. My first mistake. I tried my best to keep my dress down, but failed miserably as I felt the cool air touch my butt cheeks. I spotted one of his shoes and pulled it out but I didn’t see the other. I slipped out from under his bed as my dress rose up to expose my whole underwear covered ass.

He asked where his other shoe was but I shrugged. I had no idea. He went to his closet and said he found it but wasn’t tall enough to reach. I saw a stool and brought it to him. He asked me to try and reach. I stood on the stool and reached for it while on my tippy toes. I got it down but my whole ass got exposed again. I felt a bit of warmth as his hands cupped my butt cheeks and then slid to my hips. He lifted me off the stool and watched as my dress fell to cover my crotch. He said thank you and asked me to leave his room. I went back to the kids but I felt a familiar wetness between my legs and a tingle I just couldn’t shake.

My uncle left for work, but not without giving me a hug that lasted a bit too long and his hands were definitely too low. I felt a finger in my very wet slit. My nipples turned hard and I got slightly more wet. He left quickly and left me alone with the kids.

I took care of them all day and put them down for a nap around 3. The kids were asleep and I still had a tingle between my legs. I wanted to get rid of it and the only way I knew how was to rub my pussy. So I did. I sat down on the couch, pulled out my phone, and pulled up some porn. I started watching it quietly and rubbed my pussy. This was my second mistake.

I was so lost in the ecstasy that I didn’t notice my uncle walk in. He had set down his brief case and kicked off his shoes. He started walking towards me but I heard the floor boards creak. I freaked out and shut off my phone and put my dress back down. I was bright red when I realized it was my uncle. I pleaded “please don’t fire me! I need this job. They’re all asleep. I didn’t know you were going to be home this early!”

He smirked and asked “do you always do this while they nap? You naughty naughty girl. Do you need help?” I am still in shock. I stare directly at him as I feel my pussy pulsate. “You naughty naughty girl. Do you need help?” He repeated. I didn’t know what to say because it felt so wrong but I needed to get off so badly.

“I…I can do this on my own.” I stuttered.

“I know you can, but I can make it feel better…” he retorted.

“how?” I asked. 

He took my hand and led me to his room. I stood in the corner very scared of what he was going to do. He opened his top drawer of his dresser and fumbled through it. He pulled out this smooth white and pink vibrator. He tossed the vibrator on the bed and said “you can use that if I can watch.”

My heart was beating so fast. I wanted to cum so badly. My panties were so wet I could feel a little dripping down my leg. He took off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. I admired his chest and continued my shallow breathing. I needed it.

I nodded and sat on his bed. Panic set in and he could tell. “Have you ever used one?” He asked.

“No… I’m a virgin.” I answered. He snickered.

“Then this is perfect baby girl. Practice.”

He picked up the vibe, sat in front of me, and turned it on. I will never forget that humming. My nipples were hard and my pussy was wet and I needed release because I was starting to feel nauseous from anticipation. I grabbed it from his hand and looked at him. He spread my legs apart and guided the vibrator to my clit. The instant touch of the vibrator touching sent thrills through my body.

“Fuck!” I say and instantly cover my mouth.

I had never cussed before and I felt guilty. He peeled my hand away from my mouth and said “that just means this is exactly what you needed.” And he kissed my cheek. I slid down the bed slightly more and spread my legs wider. I slid my dress up so he could see better. He smiled and touched the inside of my thigh and rubbed it a bit. I could see his erection start to push against his pants. I blushed and giggled. He noticed my stare and laid back. He undid his buckle and slid his pants down a bit. He asked if I wanted to “set it free” and I said yes. I put the vibe down for a moment and knelt in front of him. I grabbed the waist band of his briefs and slid them down. They got stuck around the tip of his cock so I had to touch it. I yelped as my hand made contact. He thought it was cute. He gripped his dick and I laid back down. I grabbed the vibrator and put it on my clit. I got instantly hot and was trying to escape my dress. I got it over my head and realized I was not wearing a bra. My perky D cups presented themselves to him. He stared in disbelief. I dropped the vibe, covered them up, and turned around all in one swift movement. I landed on the vibrator and got shivers again. I rubbed my pussy on it and looked back at my uncle. He was watching my ass move on the vibe as he jacked himself off. I felt my body start convulsing knowing I was about to cum. I started cussing again trying to hold out as long as I could knowing he was enjoying this.

“I’m close…” I whisper to him.

He moves on the bed and I look back at him. His pants are off and he’s on his knees. He pulls the vibrator out from under me and flips me over. I stare up at him in surprise. I’m still covering my breasts but he grabs his cock and lays it in top of my mound. I feel the warmth above me and he starts rubbing his long length against my clit. I shiver and arch my back. I stare into his eyes and wrap my arms around his neck. I pull his hair lightly and he continues rubbing my clit. I feel myself getting close again and he senses it too. He looks me in the eyes and says “together.” I nod and hold on for dear life until I feel him twitch. I let myself cum and so does he. My body convulses and shakes as I have the most intense orgasm of my life. He shoots his cum on my body and stares deeply into my eyes. He leans down and kisses me. I push him away surprised. He looks sad and when I recover, I pull him back in for a deep kiss. That made him very happy. He rolled over so he could recuperate. That’s when we heard a very quiet voice belonging to my 18 year old cousin. “Surprise…” he says with a few bags in his hands. I cover myself and think what a big mistake I had just made. Or was it fate?

Me, My Daughter, and the Motel — Chapter I: A Dark and Stormy Night

Introduction:

When a snowstorm blankets the highways and halts traffic, Mitchell and his daughter take refuge in a motel to wait it out until daybreak. As the snow gets deeper, their desires get darker and begin to run amok.Traffic had begun to slow to a crawl as I made my way through the icy sheets falling from the sky. I stared out my dashboard window, intent on seeing what was in front of me. Unfortunately, I could hardly see past the blinding snow whirling around the car. It felt like I was flying the Millennium Falcon through hyperspace, and I knew it was every bit as dangerous.

Snow covered the road., camouflaging it in with the rest of the landscape. Fortunately, the shadows my headlamps cast in the ditches gave me at least some indication of where the edge of the road was. That, and this road was anything but unfamiliar. I’d driven it many times. Hell, in good weather I could probably almost do it blindfolded, I’d driven it so much the past several years.

There was a good set of winter tires underneath me, so that upped my advantage some. Still, one false move, or one misjudgment about where the centre of the road was, and I would end up in disaster. I persevered, though. I’d promised my daughter that, rain or shine, I’d come pick her up every other weekend. I wasn’t about to lose out on time with my daughter over a few glistening flakes.

Since I’d divorced her mother, I’d always been diligent on making the journey every two weeks. Honestly, I didn’t actually have to anymore. Sophie was an adult, having turned eighteen a few month ago. She could come and go as she pleased and there was no such thing as visitation rights anymore. But, we still kept up the habit since she was still in high school and living with her mother. It seemed like pittance, really – Sophie would only spend three days out of fourteen with me – so I made the most of it. She always expected me around the same time, but tonight I warned her I’d probably be a little late.

As it was, I only felt comfortable doing 40 or 50mph on the highway. The great Northwest was notorious for bad weather, but this severe system that Canada had sent our way wasn’t going down without a fight. So, deal I must.

I was already forty-five minutes late when I crested the hill and looked over at the town she had moved to with her mother. It usually only took ten minutes to get there from this point, but tonight was anyone’s guess. I let out a sigh of relief, glad to see the streetlamps, even if still a long ways off. A moment later, my cell phone started to ring. I looked down and saw it was my daughter calling. Reaching down to its perch in the cup holder, I half-blindly turned it on, setting it to speaker.

“Hey, Angel!” I answered, using the pet name I’ve had for her since she was a child.

Sophie’s voice flooded the otherwise silent car. “Hi, Daddy!” she replied. “Are you still on your way?”

“Yeah, I am,” I let her know. “I’m looking at town now.”

There was a slight pause. Her voice filled with astonishment. “Really? It’s so bad out there! I’m almost surprised you made it.”

“I wouldn’t miss a weekend with you for anything, Sophie,” I reassured her. “Not even a bit of snow.”

She scoffed. “A bit of snow? Dad, it’s a blizzard. A bad one, too!”

“It’s all good, Angel.”

We chatted briefly for another moment before I excused myself so that I could watch the road. Another fifteen minutes and pulled up in front of her mother’s house. Bracing myself for the blast of frosty air, I booked it toward the back door. Sophie was already there waiting for me as I brushed the snow from my clothes.

“Hi, Daddy!” she cheered, embracing me, not caring about the residual snowflakes adorning my jacket. “Glad you made it! How were the roads?”

“Awful,” I admitted frankly. “But, if you take them nice and slow, they’re doable. I just can’t believe the snow plows aren’t out yet.”

“About time you got here, Mitchell,” chimed in a voice from around the corner. I knew all too well whom it belonged to. Sophie’s mother entered the kitchen. “Not exactly your best time.”

I grimaced, breathing deeply to control my responses. If there was one thing I hated above almost all others, it was getting into it with my ex in front of my daughter. That wasn’t something I wanted her to see. She had seen enough of it when the two of us were still together. It was a calculated tactic, too. Sophie already didn’t get along well with her mother. Seeing her mother’s vindictive attitude toward me without a reaction on my end helped to solidify that animosity. Sophie could clearly see that I was trying to be the bigger person – although, I admit, perhaps my motives weren’t entirely admirable.

With concerted effort, I answered calmly, “Well…in case you haven’t noticed, there is a crap-ton of snow out there tonight.”

“And that’s an excuse how?” she shot back. “You’d think you would maybe left earlier so you could arrive on time.”

I really didn’t see how the woman didn’t realize just how “Yes, that would have been ideal. Unfortunately, I do have work responsibilities that I need to fulfill, and couldn’t get away early enough to make a difference.” “I’m here now, though.” I turned to Sophie before her mother could come up with some other smart remark. “Ready, Angel?”

She gestured to her suitcase in return. “All set!” Sophie turned and grabbed her coat and put on a pair of boots as I picked up her luggage. I caught her mother’s eyes and bid her farewell. She in turn only stood there with her arms folded. “We’ll see you Sunday evening,” I mentioned as I walked out the door.

Sophie said her goodbyes as well and a moment later we were out at the car. “Wow, there’s a lot of snow out here! It doesn’t look like this much inside,” she commented.

“Yeah, and the little bit of wind makes it all the worse to drive in,” I observed, feeling the strong breeze wash over my face. “It’s just below the freezing point, too, so it melts as soon as it hits the road, then freezes, making it icy and slippery.”

“I’m glad you’re the one driving,” Sophie laughed.

I chuckled in response, and put her bag in the back seat. We took our places in the front and we were off. As we left, I took one last glance at the house. My ex stood there in the living room window – sure enough, with her arms still folded defensively.

Before long, we were out on the highway again. In the thirty minutes between arriving on this stretch of road and now travelling on it in the opposite direction, it seemed to have gotten twice as bad. Snow stuck to every square inch, and I slowed down even more than I had on my initial journey. Sophie plugged in her iPod, and started off playing some music for us to enjoy as we drove. The musical distraction provided me some relief and I relaxed, even lessening my grip on the wheel.

“So, how’s school?” I asked my daughter. “Your senior year turning out to be everything you hoped it would be?”

“It’s ok,” she answered. “I hate English, but that’s nothing new.”

I raised an eyebrow, daring to take my eyes off the road and look in her direction. “But you do so well at it!” I insisted.

“Doesn’t mean I like it,” Sophie laughed. “It just means I’m really good at BSing my way through essays and making it sound coherent.”

I laughed. That pretty much sounded like any English class that I’d ever taken. “Partying hard?” I pressed.

She shot me a disbelieving look. “I can’t believe you’re actually encouraging that.”

“As long as you don’t party too hard, I see no problem with it,” I jokingly advised. “You’re an adult now. There’s not much I can do to discipline you if you want to explore your more adventurous side.”

I’d come to grips with my daughter turning 18. It was just one of those things. She was my only child, and I’d probably always be the protective father, but now it was time to let her spread her wings. Even I had to admit that my daughter was a beautiful girl. She was slender, wavy blonde hair, light brown eyes. I’d come to realize more and more every time I saw her that the time I was afraid for was at hand; suitors would be lining up to come knocking and I had to be ok with that – as long as they weren’t knocking her up.

Sophie muttered an agreeing response. “They’re ok, too. I don’t go out much,” she confessed. “I’ve got a lot of dancing rehearsals with the show coming up in a couple months.”

“Right! That makes sense.” We settled into a conversation about her exploits in dance while the snow danced and blew past us outside.

The night was dark. Hardly a vehicle was seen on the road. That was unusual, since this was a relatively well-travelled highway. Then again, this storm was sure to ground a number of travellers, whatever their business. The thought had begun to settle into my mind, too, but where to stop for the night was another question.

A chime rung out. Sophie dug into her purse and pulled out her phone. Opening the message, she announced, “It’s from Mom.” My focus was narrowed on the road, but I kept my ear open for any new information. My daughter made a slight growl. “She sent a link to a travel advisory. The police want people to stay off the road tonight and only travel if they have to.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” I mumbled, though Sophie still heard me. She grimaced a smile sympathetically. “Do you think we should stop? We’re only an hour from home.”

“Mom’s worried.”

With a slight tone of sarcasm, I answered, “That doesn’t surprise me, either.”

“Dad,” she chided me gently.

“Well…it doesn’t,” I confirmed. I took a breath and sighed. “But…I’ve kind of been thinking about it. It’s really getting bad out here. The fastest I’ve been going is forty.”

Sophie sighed quietly. “So we’re more than an hour away.”

“Yeah, I guess,” I huffed softly. I’d been thinking in terms of just miles. My daughter was right. It was certainly going to take longer at this rate. “Maybe more like an hour and a half or two if this crap keeps up.”

“Yeah, I don’t think it’s letting up any time soon. At least that’s what this weather report says,” she relayed, scrolling through her phone again. “Apparently the plows are out, but this highway isn’t the highest on their list. But they say it’ll probably be done by morning.”

I nodded. The thought of stopping for the night when we could conceivably make it wasn’t appealing, but whenever I’d let my pride rule my life before, it didn’t always turn out well. “Yeah, we should stop,” I surrendered. I looked over. My daughter’s face seemed to relax a little and an appreciative smile spread across her lips. I could tell she was just as uncomfortable being a passenger on these roads as I was being a driver. “We’ll see what’s in the next town, ok?”

“Ok,” she agreed.

Another few miles and a small farming town came into view. It was a place I usually just zoomed past without a second thought. I knew there was a small roadside cafe, but that was it. The place didn’t even have a gas station that I knew of. I was about to drive on to the next town when Sophie noticed a motel just up one of the roads. I thought it was a relatively inconvenient spot, or at least not particularly ideal for getting business, but I was just glad she’d seen it.

We pulled up to the office. I got out and faced the weather. It was getting noticeably worse. There was more snow, more wind, and the temperature was dropping. I ran inside, the bells on the door chiming my arrival. The office was at least well-kept, so that was encouraging.

A slender, middle-aged man soon walked up from the living quarters behind. “Good evening, sir!” he greeted me. “Ducking out of the storm, too, are you?”

I laughed. “Yeah, what was your first clue?”

He smirked in reply and started getting out the necessary items for “It’s pretty bad out there,” he chuckled. I was just reading the weather report and it doesn’t surprise me that we’ve pretty much got a full house tonight.”

“Yeah,” I chuckled. “I was going to try and make it, but it’s just not letting up. Guess I’m not the only one with the same idea.”

“Mm-hm… In fact…with you, it is a full house,” he frowned, looking over his system. “Looks like I’ve only got one more room available.”

“Well, as long as it’s warm, I’ll take it,” I chuckled again.

“Sounds good,” he laughed lightly. “Can I get your name?”

“Mitchell,” I told him.

“Alright,” he said, recording the information on the computer. “It’s got one queen bed, and as for being warm, it’s adequate, but the thermostat doesn’t work well in that room. The part came in the other day, but I haven’t had a chance to replace it yet. You can crank it as high as you want, but it only keeps the room about 60 or 65, 70 if it’s having a good day. That’s why it’s our room of last resort.”

I considered it for a moment, but realized I didn’t have much of a choice. My hesitation must have been plainly visible. The owner lowered his face a bit.

“Will that be ok? I’ve discounted the room because of it.”

One other detail suddenly struck me. “Only one queen, you said?”

“Yes, that’s right,” he nodded.

I scowled a bit. “No other place in town, huh?”

He shook his head. “No. Sorry, sir. The closest places are thirty-five miles east, or twenty-five if you’re going west.”

“Yeah, we just came from the west,” I grumbled. Options were severely limited, and I knew that Sophie wouldn’t want to travel any more tonight if we could help it. In the end, I relented. “Alright, one queen it is.”

“I take it there are two of you?”

“Yeah.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “Alright, well for the inconvenience of both the heater and the bed, I’ll take it down a bit more. How’s that?”

I agreed. We struck a very reasonable price, and I paid and received the key before returning to the car. My daughter was playing and tapping away on her phone when I opened the door and sat down. “Well…we’ve got a room.” She looked at me skeptically, noting the unsteadiness of my voice. “Couple things, though. First, there’s only one bed. Second, the heater works, but not well.”

“Well, it’s going to be better than sleeping out there,” she insisted, pointing out the window. I chuckled an agreement and pulled up in front of our room. Carrying Sophie’s luggage inside, my daughter followed me into our small abode for the night just as the ‘no’ light up on the motel sign to indicate all the rooms were booked.

Inside, it was clean and comfortable. It wasn’t a five-star hotel, to be sure, but the room was certainly far from dingy or run-down. It had the amenities that were necessary: a TV, the broken heater, a small kitchenette in the back corner beside the bathroom, and there, in the centre of the room, was the queen bed.

I put the suitcase down on the floor beside it. “Well, let’s make ourselves at home, I guess,” I said, closing the door and taking off my shoes, then turning on the heater for all it was worth.

Sophie joined me. Moments later, she took her toiletries bag and some comfier clothes into the bathroom. I sat on the bed and turned on the TV. Beside me, in my daughter’s purse, her phone chimed again. I raised an eyebrow and looked toward the bathroom door. She was in there, doing whatever, so I decided to be the nosy dad and check what was happening in the device.

I soon met with disappointment. I shouldn’t have been surprised. The phone was locked with a password, but the home screed showed that her friend, Grace, had texted. They’d been friends since childhood, and had both been devastated when Sophie went to live with her mother over a hundred miles away.

Every weekend I had my daughter, the pair usually did something together. Often, it was for almost the entire weekend as they regularly had sleepovers. Try as I might to spend time with her as her father, over the years, more and more of Sophie’s time was spent with Grace. I tried hard not to be too jealous. I realized friends were also important – though, at times, it did seem like my daughter was slipping away. It looked like another weekend where I might not see Sophie as much as I was hoping.

I slipped Sophie’s phone back into her purse and closed it. A few minutes later, Sophie walked out, ready for bed. She wore a pair of pyjama pants, complimented with a shirt she’d had for about five or six years – and looked about just as many sizes too small. A considerable ring of midriff peeked out from between my daughter’s pants and shirt, showing a few inches of her strong, tight tummy. I swear, I could have bounced a quarter off her abs if she were lying down.

It was the gripping nature of her white shirt that really got me, though. Her full, C-sized teenage breasts were as good as exposed. It was unmistakably evident that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. They bounced as she walked with that slight jiggle that only a youthful body can produce. Cleavage smiled above her neck line, an inviting chasm for my eyes to get lost in. Her nipples, sensitive to the cool air in the room, were poking straight through the fabric.

For whatever reason, I found myself caught up, staring at Sophie’s provocative skin and accentuated breasts. She had a delicious figure, one that every guy hopes to have as a conquest. Then, I realized what I was doing, and gave my head a shake and looked away before she noticed. Sitting up, I announced that I was going to get ready for bed myself. “Can I borrow your toothpaste, Angel?” I asked her.

She looked at me with a puzzled expression. “Do you have a toothbrush?”

“No, but I’m just going to gargle a little with water like mouthwash,” I explained, and she congenially agreed.

In the bathroom, I gave myself a long, hard look. I stared deeply into my own eyes, wondering just what the hell had possessed me to look at my daughter with lustful eyes like that exactly. She was a beautiful girl. This I knew. But, she was also my daughter. Maturing though she was, this was the most illicit thought I’d ever had about her. I certainly didn’t want any more.

I shook my head again, attributing my brief lack of self-control to not having had a woman with me for over two years now. I’d been divorced nearly eight, and I’d had a few relationships, but nothing recent. My work was my life, and often took over it. That was another reason I looked forward to these weekends: I scheduled nothing job-related on them so that I could actually relax and enjoy the time with my daughter, giving her my full attention.

I quickly got ready for bed and walked out the door. Sophie was already comfortable in the bed, slid over to one side. I smiled. “You can have the bed, Angel,” I permitted. This had actually been my plan all along. Now, with the lustful thought from seeing her midriff still burning in my head, I wanted to keep away from her. If we were in close proximity, there was no telling what other temptations might infiltrate and take root.

Sophie frowned. “Are you sure, Daddy?” she inquired directly. “There’s lots of room for both of us.”

“Yeah,” I answered quickly, walking to the closet. Fortunately, there were some extra blankets and I pulled out a couple for myself. “I’ll just sleep on the floor. I’ll be alright.”

My daughter shrugged as I set up an area to sleep on. “I tried turning up the heat all the way,” she announced, “but it’s still just blowing cold air.”

“Yeah, the guy said that’s what happens,” I confirmed while arranging the blankets to give me a little cushion on the floor. “He said he has the part to fix it, just hasn’t done it yet.”

“Oh.”

With nothing more to really do, we decided that it was best to get some sleep so we could set out early in the morning. I shut off the TV. Sophie took care of the lights and curled up in her blankets. She was looking at me in the dark room, and I felt a little self-conscious since I needed to undress a little.

“Turn around,” I admonished her gently. “I need to get ready for bed, too, and I don’t have something to really sleep in like you do.”

“Oh, right,” she giggled, rolling over. “Sorry, Dad. I won’t look.”

I removed my pants, socks and shirt, reducing myself to only my undershirt and boxers, and laid down on the floor. It wasn’t the most comfortable location I’d ever slept in – I didn’t think this carpet even had underlay beneath it – but I made do.

“Goodnight, Dad,” came Sophie’s voice from over the bed.

“Goodnight, Angel,” I answered her.

After what seemed like forever, my thoughts had just begun to drift away when Sophie’s voice interrupted my rest. “Daddy?” she asked quietly. “Are you still awake?”

I snorted a little as I drew in a breath to reply. “Barely,” I answered.

“Sorry,” she giggled softly. “I was just wondering…are you really ok there on the floor?”

I opened up my eyes. My daughter was staring at me over the edge of the bed. Her curly, blonde hair fell like an inviting canopy of vines from overhead. I couldn’t quite see her eyes in the darkness, but from what I could make out, I knew they were looking at me imploringly. I had no doubt that she wore that pouty smile that she always did when she was trying to butter me up before asking for something.

“It’s alright. It’ll be ok for the night,” I confirmed, slowly shutting my eyes again.

“Because I’m kinda cold.”

My eyes darted open again. I looked up at her. “Do you want me to get you another blanket?”

“No…” she whispered.

In my chest, my heart skipped a beat, and made up for it with the next one. I swear the thud was loud enough to be heard in the next room. “Do you want me to tinker with the heater to see if I can get it to work?”

“No…” she whispered again.

I was stuck. I figured I knew what she wanted, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it – least of all without hearing it explicitly from her mouth. I wasn’t going to assume. Plus, I was certainly dressed compromisingly. Combine that with the thoughts that had permeated my head earlier, and I knew that it had a potential to be a paternal disaster.

Nevertheless, the primal beast inside me began to growl. I knew exactly what it wanted, and I had to keep it chained and locked away.

“Can you come cuddle me, Daddy? At least until I fall asleep?” Sophie pleaded sweetly.

Now, it was smiling mockingly at me.

“Sophie…” I tried to deter her, desperate to deter her. “I’m in only my underwear, Angel. That’s not exactly appropriate.”

She took a second to respond. “I know, but it’s just this one night. And it’s cold,” she reasoned. “We can make an exception. Right?”

“I…” I could feel my resistance slipping away. “I guess…”

I could see her smile, even in the black room. She pulled away from the edge, as if inviting me into the bed with her. I sat up, rubbing my face, admonishing myself to keep level-headed and calm. This was only to keep her warm. She wasn’t some woman that I was trying to woo. My desires had to be kept in check.

And yet, I wondered if my manly instincts would obey.

Climbing beneath the covers, I slid up beside my daughter. Sophie was facing the window, so I fitted myself behind her, becoming the big spoon. She lifted her head so that I could get one arm beneath her neck, and I brought my hand to her shoulder. My other arm wrapped around her abdomen. I could feel her skin. Her shirt seemed to rise higher than when I’d seen it. I squeezed my eyes, fighting hard to avoid any unbecoming thoughts from bubbling to the surface.

With a deep breath, I hugged my daughter against my chest. She relaxed, holding my arm around her shoulders. I knew she was smiling. Despite it being my daughter, and knowing that I probably shouldn’t be enjoying this, it honestly felt good to have a woman’s softness in my arms again.

“Mm…you’re so warm, Daddy,” she murmured gratefully. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Angel,” I answered with trepidation. “Just…don’t tell anyone about this, ok?”

“I won’t,” she agreed quietly.

I cleared my throat a bit. “As far as anyone else knows, I slept on the floor,” I insisted. “Ok?”

My daughter turned her head to look at me. Damn, she was beautiful – and here in my arms! I felt a warm rush flood my veins. I knew where my physical senses were heading. I mentally cut them off, thwarting anything more.

Sophie studied me. “What are you afraid of, Dad?” she asked.

I grinned lopsidedly. “Some people would question whether it’s…proper.”

Her shoulders fell. She returned my expression with a similar one. “I know.” 

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

“I know.”

I rested my forehead on the side of her head. “Let’s just go to sleep, ok?” I quietly suggested in her ear.

Sophie nestled into my arms a bit more snugly. “Ok, Daddy…”

My emotions were smouldering. Like a pile of embers, the coals of lust burned deeply within, threatening to burst into flames should any more fuel be added. For the moment, I had my desire locked down. I could contain it. As long as nothing more happened, I could maintain control.

For a long time, we laid there together – father and daughter, probably far closer physically than advisable. I was just beginning to think I could relax, fall asleep, forget about this compromising moment and never mention it again, when Sophie moved. She adjusted her legs, pushing her perfect, succulent little bum against my groin.

That did it.

My eyes shot open. Blood surged into my manly digit, filling it, growing it to its full seven inches. There was no stopping things now. My erection grew involuntarily, no matter how much I tried to force down the urge to mate. My breathing was shaky as I looked at my daughter resting comfortably beside me. I could only hope and pray that she was sound asleep.

Then she took a deep breath. A smile crept across her face as she turned her head in my direction. “Dad…” she giggled quietly, “…what’s that?”

Feigning ignorance, I answered, “What’s what?”

She pushed her round, teenage butt against me again. There was no way she didn’t feel the hardness between my legs. I knew I was caught.

“That,” she identified.

“Um…” I choked softly, trying to come up with an excuse. I failed. “I’m…I’m sorry, Angel.”

Slowly, Sophie turned over to look at me in the eye. She was still smirking. “Is that because of me?”

“No, it’s because of me,” I grumbled in frustration.

Sophie raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“I…I haven’t been with a woman in over two years, Sophie. It’s kind of taking its toll,” I admitted. “And then…when you invited me into bed…” I stuttered, looking desperately for an exit. “Damn it, I was worried about this happening. Sophie, I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…”

I started to pull away, but my daughter wasn’t having it. She grabbed my body and moved right along with me, not letting me escape. I stopped struggling, trying to figure out why exactly she would persist.

“It’s ok, Dad,” she insisted. “It’s natural, right?”

Her words caught me by surprise. “Yeah, I…” I scrambled for words, “I…guess so. But you’re my daughter, Angel,” I fought back. “It’s not right for me to think about you that way.”

“Maybe.”

I lowered my eyes at her. “It’s not, Sophie,” I scolded tenderly.

“Maybe…” she repeated.

We laid there for a moment, just looking at each other. I knew she wasn’t done. There was more behind those tender, brown eyes of hers. I readied myself for whatever onslaught she could contrive next.

“Why haven’t you been dating?”

I have to admit, that one caught me a little off guard, too. “I…I don’t know,” I tried to parry. “I work a lot. I’m also 48, Angel. I kinda think my dating days are past. I guess…I guess I just don’t see myself as an attractive enough man anymore.”

“Are you kidding me?” she half shrieked. “Dad, you’re totally a handsome guy! My friends bug me all the time. You’re over six feet, right?”

“Yeah. 6’2”.” I confirmed, taking a breath, readying myself to strike back. “But…seriously, this husky body? I weigh 240, Angel. That’s not exactly fit.”

“But you carry it so well! You’re a strong and built man. You have just the right amount of hair on you. Do you know how many girls love the dad bod look?” she attacked mercilessly. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Her next words hit me hard. “I’m one of them.”

I’d heard of women enjoying that kind of figure on a man, but I could scarcely believe it – until now. My own daughter thought I was an attractive man? That had to count for something, as long as she wasn’t just putting me on.

Sophie took her hand off my chest. Suddenly, under the covers, I felt her shirt disappearing under my fingers. More and more of her skin fell prey to my touch as she tugged her shirt up her body. My hand felt like lead, too heavy to move away. It was stuck there. When my whole hand was on her bare side, she brought the shirt back down, over my hand, housing it inside her clothing.

“You can touch me, Dad,” she promised. “You need it. I understand. I’m ok with it.”

“Sophie…” I gasped breathlessly, hardly daring to believe that my own daughter was offering herself to me. “I shouldn’t, Angel… It’s not right…”

“I want you to.”

Her hand came back, touched my chest, then followed my body down to my crotch. Her fingernails scurried gracefully over my underwear, dancing on my thick manhood inside. I shivered and closed my eyes as first her fingers, then her palm slid rhythmically up and down the length of my shaft. Her touch was divine. I’d forgotten what it was like to have a woman’s soft hand pleasure me.

“If you really thought this was wrong,” she challenged me quietly, “you’d stop me, Daddy.”

I didn’t stop her. Maybe it was wrong. Maybe it was depraved and unwholesome. Maybe sharing this moment with my own daughter was the most immoral thing I could possibly do. But she was right, I didn’t think so. Not anymore. Right now, all I wanted to do was indulge in this intimate love together.

My eyes opened up again as Sophie’s fingers searched for the opening on my boxers. Finally, they found it, pulling my rigid erection out of the hole. My daughter took it in her hand. Meanwhile, my hand dug deeper into her shirt. I found her breasts. Sophie closed her eyes for a second, moaning lightly as I started to fondle them and play with her nipples.

“Daddy…”

“Oh…Angel…” I moaned softly. My eyes rolled back into my head as I felt my daughter’s warm fingers wrap around my rigid flesh. They slid up and down, aided by the slick lubricant that was trickling profusely from the tip of my manly rod. “I don’t want to…” I stopped short. What was truly the end of that sentence?

“Don’t want to what?”

“I don’t want to stop you…”

“I know, Dad…”

“Oh…Sophie…!” I looked at her again, a renewed lust burning in my eyes. “It’s been SO long…!”

“Then enjoy it, Dad…” she purred. “This is my gift to you tonight. I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you, too, Angel…!”

And with that, I leaned in and kissed her – hard, with feeling and passion. She kissed me back. Using my arm that was still around her, I pulled Sophie close, not letting her go. Our lips tangoed together, rubbing back and forth. Our tongues tussled between our lips. My daughter’s mouth tasted delicious, like the flavour of bread and honey. I couldn’t get enough.

Sophie’s teenage hand rubbed my manhood hard, feeding the fire of my deepest animal yearning. I groaned in my throat. “Mm…ohhh… Oh, Sophie…!”

“Do you want more, Daddy?” she offered.

I looked into her eyes. “Yes!” I growled. My hands found her shirt. She sat up as I pulled the clothing off her young, eighteen-year-old body. I tossed it on the floor. Her incredible breasts hung there on her chest. I leaned in. “I want these, too, Angel,” I demanded, starting to devour them.

My daughter fell back onto the bed, allowing me full access to her gorgeous chest. I squeezed and coddled them with my hands. I licked and sucked, listening to Sophie whimper from the pleasure. She was breathing hard. I didn’t let up until I’d had my fill.

“It feels so good, Dad…”

I kissed my way back up her chest and found her mouth. Our lips melted together in forbidden love. I kissed my daughter aggressively, pushing her head down into her pillow. Sophie’s arms wrapped around me, holding me to her. I let my weight fall on her, pinning her to the bed. I wanted my daughter so badly, more than I’d ever wanted a woman before.

“Oh, my daughter!” I snarled into her ear. “You are just sexy as hell, Angel!”

“And I think you should dress to match me, Dad,” she insisted, pulling at my shirt.

I lifted myself up, letting her remove my undershirt, then laid back down on top of her. I could feel her plush breasts against my broad chest, her small body beneath mine. My hands ran the length of my daughter’s half-naked body, feeling her smooth, feminine skin. I found her hands. With all my strength, I grabbed my daughter’s wrists and pinned them to the bed beside her before diving at the tender skin on her neck. I kissed her over and over.

“Ohhh…Daddy…!” she surrendered to me. Sophie tilted her chin up to give me all access to her skin.

I kissed her one more time on the lips and looked deeply into her beautiful brown eyes. “You’re mine tonight, Baby Girl!”

Sophie tensed up as I inched my way back down her body, my lips leaving no contour unexplored. I could feel my daughter’s body shake and tremble, anticipating what’s coming next. She relinquished her control, trusting me, and I would never give her reason to fear. My lips danced with her nipples again. She moaned, begging me for more.

Then, I heard her newest desire. “Dad…!” she whimpered. “I want to make you cum.”

I looked at her, she at me. We both smiled. Slowly, I let go of her wrists and laid back on the bed. My solid rod was still poking through my shorts. My daughter retrieved some lotion from her purse and then came back to make good on her promise.

“Take my boxers off, Angel,” I ordered.

My daughter did as she was told and tossed them away, kneeling beside me. As I lay there naked, I just admired her eighteen-year-old body. My fingertips slowly explored her skin. Every curve was divine. Her softness was perfect. The shape of her young, dancer figure was flawless. I smiled in appreciation as I watched her move into position.

Sophie applied a generous glob of lotion to her palm and took my phallic tool in her hand again. She squeezed hard. I moaned in pure pleasure. Her sure touch as she spread the lubricant along all seven inches of my shaft was incredible. She smiled beautifully, evidently honoured to serve her father.

“Oh, Sophie… Ohhh…Angel…!” I breathed heavily, basking in her touch. “Yes, Baby Girl…oh, just like that… Mmmm…”

My daughter giggled as she slid her hand up and down. I lay there, gripping the bed sheets and moaning her name. Perhaps it was just because of how taboo the whole situation was, but I couldn’t remember anything more erotic than watching her pleasure me. But I wasn’t finished yet.

Half sitting up, I grabbed the back of her head, pulling her downward. “Suck on it, Angel…” I commanded without hesitation. “I want to feel your mouth on me, Sophie…”

She looked at me with a little surprise, but she soon smiled. “Ok, Daddy,” she submitted. She bowed herself closer to me. “I might be bad at this.”

“You’ve never given a blowjob before?”

Sophie shook her head.

“Just nice and slow, Angel. I’ll let you know if you need to change something,” I guided her. I smiled. “No teeth.”

My daughter giggled and closed her lips around the bulging head of my penis. She started to suck and bob her head up and down. Immediately I groaned and fell back on the pillow behind me. “Ohhh…Angel…!” I moaned loudly. “Yes, Baby Girl…oh, yes…!”

Sophie’s young mouth knew exactly what to do. My daughter was a natural! I stroked her naked back up and down until finally grabbing the back of her head. I wove my fingers into her hair, keeping her in place. The pleasure was growing. I knew it wouldn’t be long before my release arrived.

“Sophie…oh, Sophie…oh, my daughter… Mmmm…!” I grunted heavily. Then, that old familiar rush flooded my senses. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. My body tensed up. “Angel…keep going…! I’m gonna cum…!” I warned her. “Oh…don’t stop, Baby Girl…!”

With a mighty spasm, my sexual digit launched its thick juice into my daughter’s mouth. She gagged a second, recovering just in time for the next one, which she was ready for, then the next, and then the next. Through it all, she performed perfectly, still sucking and massaging my manhood with her lips and tongue.

“Oh…Sophie…” I heaved as my body relaxed from the experience.

My daughter lifted her head. My viscous offering dribbled down her chin. She smacked her lips, a generous amount still sitting in her mouth. “Oo I whallow ih?” she mumbled around the white slime.

“You can swallow it. It’s not going to hurt you,” I reassured her, reaching for the tissues beside the bed. “Or you can spit it into—” I looked back just in time to see my daughter close her mouth and send the load down her throat. “Oh, damn, Sophie… You swallowed your dad’s cum. That was hot as hell!” I offered her a few tissues to clean her face.

A wide smile crossed her lips as she bit her tongue. “Was that ok, Daddy?” she asked, wiping away the residue.

I shook my head in disbelief that she would ask such an absurd question. “That was incredible, Angel. More than I could have ever bargained for.”

She laughed again. I sat up, kissed her, then pushed her to the bed. I crawled in front of my daughter and grabbed her pants. “Now it’s your turn, Angel,” I proffered.

Her face lit up in joy, realizing what I was about to do for her. “Really, Daddy?” she squealed with delight.

“What kind of father would I be if I didn’t return the favour my daughter so willingly performed?” I insisted. Her pants and underwear flowed down her legs with ease, and I tossed them aside with all our other clothing.

A generous tuft of hair adorned my daughter’s pubic mound. I wasn’t surprised. She’d never had a reason to get rid of it. I ran my hands up and down her sexy, nude body. It made her sigh in relaxation. As I crawled between her toned, shapely legs, I looked up into her eyes.

“Have you ever done anything sexual?” I asked her.

Sophie shook her head. “Mm-mm…” she denied. “This is all new to me, Daddy.”

I smiled. My daughter had kept herself innocent, and it ended up being for me. “I would have thought you’d have done lots of things with the guys at your school, being a dancer and all.”

“They’ve tried to get in my pants,” she giggled. “But I just haven’t felt ready. Or comfortable. Until tonight, here with you, Dad.”

“Then I’m going to make sure it’s all worth your while, Angel,” I promised her. “Enjoy this, Sophie.” My daughter grinned.

I closed the distance. My lips touched her sacred entrance. Slowly, I kissed her treasure with more and more pressure. I heard her moan lightly. I used a little more effort. She whimpered in pleasure. When my tongue started to flap against her velvety lips, suddenly my daughter tensed up uncontrollably.

“Oh, Daddy…” she cooed, her hands finding my head to urge me on.

I started to eat her tender, young flower with more effort. Her muscles twitched as I stimulated them. My daughter’s juice began to leak out. I chased the droplets, letting them flow over my tongue. Sophie’s nectar was delicious, like water from the sweetest spring, and I drank gladly.

“Ohhh…Dad…! Daddy, that feels so good…! Nngh…nngh…oh, yeah…!” my daughter cringed above me. “More, Daddy…! Mmmm…more…!”

Deeper and deeper I dug into her sacred crevice. Sophie grabbed the headboard with one hand, helping to push her body down the bed, wordlessly pleading for more. I was only too glad to offer my daughter what she wanted. I wanted to spoil her, as I always had, as I always would.

I focused on the stiff, little gem adorning her slit. Sophie grunted in pleasure as my tongue made contact and rubbed hard on her clit. I watched as she grabbed a pillow and stuffed it in her mouth – biting down hard, so she could yell at her leisure – before grabbing the headboard again. I knew it was now or never.

With my daughter screaming for what she wanted so desperately, I focused on her sensitive jewel. Her fingers in my hair gouged my scalp, searching for something to brace her. Sophie’s back arched. The pillow fell from her mouth as she gasped for breath.

“Daddy…Daddy…! Daddy…!” she squeaked with great effort. I knew an orgasm was erupting in her senses. More of her decadent syrup trickled out of her body. Even if this never happened again, I would never forget my daughter’s delicious flavour as long as I lived.

A burst of air exploded from her mouth. Sophie gasped several wild breaths as I slowed my efforts and backed away. “Oh, Daddy… Dad… Dad…!” she panted.

I crawled up over her body, kissing her skin at random. I arrived at her lips. We kissed softly and lovingly. “I hope you enjoyed that, Angel,” I said.

“I did, Dad… That was…incredible…!”

I looked into her radiant eyes. They were aglow with love and admiration. “Your first real orgasm? From a man? “

“Yes…!” she squealed in delight. Sophie wrapped her arms around my neck, drawing me in. We kissed again with unbridled passion and unity. It felt so good. It felt so natural to kiss her.

Our passion ebbed. “I’m glad I could give it to you,” I grinned.

“So am I! I love you, Daddy!”

“I love you, too, Angel.” With that, we kissed again, though with less intensity this time. It was just a series of tender kisses, ones that were enough to make my heart flutter with affection for my young daughter. “Let’s get dressed and go to sleep,” I suggested.

“Do we have to, Dad?” she pouted a little. “I was kinda hoping just to…sleep naked. So I could feel your skin on mine.”

I smiled, ready to compromise. “How about just in our underwear so we don’t leave too big a mess with anything else that leaks out,” I suggested with a laugh. She agreed.

I put my boxers back on, Sophie replaced her panties. We crawled under the blankets, my arms around her, spooning her and holding her close to me. In all the eighteen-plus years she’d been my child, I could never remember loving her so much. I could feel her warm skin on my chest, slowly moving as she breathed. I planted a few more long kisses on the nape of her neck and on her shoulders. Icy as it may have been outside, cold as it may have been in here with the broken heater, the two of us couldn’t have been warmer.

“Goodnight, Angel,” I whispered softly to my daughter as sleep started to overtake us. I hugged her again. “Sweet dreams.”

Sophie hummed in my embrace. “Hm…you, too, Daddy,” she answered. “I love you!”

“I love you, too, Sophie!”

With heavy eyelids and a flood of endorphins surging through our veins, the night settled in and sleep easily overtook us.

The next morning, I woke up to find Sophie gone. I blinked a few times to get the sleep out of my eyes, and realized the shower was running. I sighed as the entire night came rushing back into my awareness.

Had I really just had a sexual encounter with my daughter!?

I continued blinking, rolling onto my back. It couldn’t be. It was entirely illegal. There was no way I would have done that to my daughter…was there? It had to have been all a dream.

One look around the room, seeing the clothes scattered haphazardly on the floor, told me an entirely different story. It had happened.

In the other room, the shower shut off. Sophie walked out a moment later wrapped in a towel and brushing her hair. We looked at each other. “Morning, Daddy!” she greeted me cheerfully. As she walked to her suitcase, my daughter dropped her cover. Her sexy little teen body was naked again.

I tried to resist looking. I honestly did. It wasn’t right. What we’d done wasn’t right, but she was just too gorgeous not to admire. Slowly, though, my conscience was pricked and I regained control. Rolling away from her, I sat up on the edge of the bed as I rubbed my face. “I wish you wouldn’t do that, Sophie,” I muttered.

“What?” I could hear the confusion in her voice.

I took a deep breath. “Just…drop your towel like that. Be naked around me.”

“Dad,” she playfully scolded. “We saw each other naked last night.”

“I know. That’s the problem.”

There was a long silence that followed. I knew we were both searching for the words to either justify or dismiss our nocturnal activities from only hours ago. None seemed to be forming. I stood up, grabbed a towel of my own, gathered my clothes, and headed for the bathroom without looking back at my daughter. “I’m going for a shower, Sophie. I expect you to be dressed when I come out.”

“Yes, Daddy…” I heard her say solemnly.

Once I was cleaned up and my daughter was packed, I took anything that was ours out to the vehicle. A thick dusting of snow covered everything. On the plus side, it wasn’t overly cold. Sophie filled her mother in on our impromptu stop – of course, leaving out the more incriminating details – and let her know we were on our way again.

We drove down the street to the town’s cafe in silence. We ordered and ate most of our meal in more silence. Finally, I broke it.

I looked about. No one was in ear shot. “Sophie…” I opened cautiously, “…you know what we did was wrong, don’t you?” I asked her.

She nodded without looking up from her meal.

“Are you ashamed?”

That when her brown eyes lifted and met mine. “No, Dad!” she insisted. “It was fun and I love you. I could never be ashamed about that. At least as long as no one else knows. And even then…” her voice trailed off for a second, “…even then only because of what someone else thinks.” I opened my mouth to condemn our actions, but Sophie beat me to more discussion. “I didn’t exactly plan to anything to happen, but when we started cuddling and I felt you getting hard…well…I just kinda got curious. I just thought, what the hell?”

“Sophie…”

“I’m serious, Daddy.”

“But it—” I stopped myself and looked around again. No one was close. “It’s incest, Angel,” I denounced in a harsh whisper. “It’s illegal. It’s just plain wrong.”

“Dad, we didn’t actually have sex,” she insisted. The look on her face was somewhere between defiant and submissive. I couldn’t explain it. There wasn’t a shred of regret in those beautiful brown eyes of hers. It was almost as if she was…proud of what had happened.

“And if we had?” I presented. “Sophie, we got each other off. That’s enough to incur some hefty penalties.” My tone was deep and serious. How could she not be just as if not more upset about this than I was? “Do you realize that if it had happened a few months ago, before your birthday, it would have been considered sexual abuse?”

Her jaw dropped. Sophie’s face shifted to an expression of wound, almost appalled. “You didn’t abuse me, Dad,” she struck back. “Yeah, you were very dominant, but I liked it! I wanted it just as badly as you did. I was horny – just as horny as you.”

Her comment caused me to sigh. She was right. I certainly had been. And if she hadn’t been, it probably wouldn’t have happened.

In a timid voice, she added, “And…I was curious.”

I buried my face in my hands an sighed. “Oh, Sophie…” I mourned and shook my head in dismay before looking at my beautiful daughter again. “We just can’t do it again, ok? We just can’t.”

She nodded. “I know.”

“And we’re never going to talk about it again, either.”

“Alright.”

“It was a one-time thing.”

“Ok, Dad,” she agreed, setting my mind at ease. “But it was still a lot of fun.” She looked at me squarely in the eyes. “And I’m glad I got to share it with you.”

We looked at each other for an endless minute. I loved my daughter so much. I couldn’t dream of hurting her. Obviously, I hadn’t, but…incest was still wrong. However, I couldn’t deny that what we’d shared last night was deeper and more beautiful than I could have ever possibly imagined. 

I reached across the table and took Sophie’s hand. “Me, too, Angel,” I agreed, looking down at our embracing fingers. “Me, too.”

Sophie smiled so widely, I thought her mouth would tear. At least we’d reached an understanding. It was a wonderful experience, one we both treasured – but it was one that must not, under any circumstances, happen again.

We finished our meals, the mood lifting a little bit now that this topic had been addressed. I hoped it was over. Nowhere in my memory did there exist a more sacred sexual experience to me, but that’s all it was now: a memory. Never again would Sophie and I let our dark, forbidden desire overtake us. I’d make sure of it.

We drove east. The plows had been out and the highway had been cleared. I maintained regular highway speeds and we soon arrived at my home – Sophie’s home-away-from-home, as it were. My daughter made herself comfortable as I brought in her effects and set them in her room. It didn’t take her long to call Grace, letting her know we’d arrived.

The girls spent most of the weekend together, including having their regular sleepover. It wasn’t until Sunday afternoon that Sophie and I were able to share a meal and talk as we always had. Fortunately, the subject of Friday night, in our cold motel room, didn’t even come up. It was as if it had been forgotten, or at the very least, placed under lock and key. I was relieved.

We drove back that evening, still talking. All was well until we passed through the town with the motel. As if drawn by some unseen force, both of us stared down the street and looked at the place. There it stood, like a monument to commemorate our sin. I knew we’d both, as long as we lived, remember the illicit love we’d shared whenever we looked at that place again.

Sophie’s voice pierced the silence in the car. “It was fun, Dad.”

I smiled lopsidedly as I looked at the road. “Yeah, it was, Angel.”

My daughter rested her hand on my thigh as I drove. It was dangerously high. This wasn’t a common thing for her. I knew exactly why her hand had appeared there.

I looked over. Sophie was staring at me. “I love you, Daddy,” she pledged tenderly.

“I love you, too, Angel,” I answered with a broad, fatherly smile, and returned my eyes to the road.

Her hand started to slide up my leg. It was just starting to graze my crotch when I decided to reach down and take her hand in mine.

“Sophie…” I denied her. “I said never again.”

She whined a little, not used to having her father deny her what she wanted. “Not even if we have to stop at that motel again?”

“Hopefully we never have to,” I grumbled.

The car was silent a moment. Our hands found a convenient spot on the centre console to rest and stay intertwined. “I’m still curious, Dad,” Sophie announced at last. “There’s lots more you can introduce me to.”

I raised an eyebrow at her. “Are you a virgin, Sophie?” I asked, fully expecting the answer to be yes. I wasn’t disappointed with her reply.

“Yes, Daddy,” she acknowledged. “Why? Are you thinking of changing that?”

With a shake of my head, I worked on repelling the idea. It was appealing, I had to admit. It had been a long time since I’d taken a woman’s virginity, but this was also my daughter I was talking about. “I’m trying not to, Angel,” I answered at last.

“Well…we’ll have to see what happens then,” she taunted me, reclining the seat. My daughter closed her eyes and dozed for the rest of the trip to her mother’s house. All the while, we held hands across the centre console.

I snuck several peeks over at her during that last hour or so. Sophie was indeed a sexy young woman. I just shook my head every time, trying vainly to deter the thoughts entering my head. Yes, we had teased each other. Yes, we had pleasured the other that night. No, we couldn’t ever again succumb to our carnal nature together.

But it was insatiably tempting…

And after I dropped her off at her mother’s and headed home, my eyes drifted to the motel once more as I passed it. ‘We couldn’t ever…’ became ‘we shouldn’t ever…’ as my mind considered just how open Sophie was to a deeper, intimate relationship with me. A part of me knew that it may only be a matter of time. But how long could such a secret be kept?

When my phone buzzed with a text message, I quickly opened it as I drove. It was from my daughter. She was standing in her bathroom mirror, naked from the waist up. Her pose was intensely provocative, looking into the camera on her phone with licentious desire. Her perfect, C-sized breasts hung there, jeering at me – so close, yet so far.

Immediately in my pants, my manhood awoke and grew. I wanted her. Sophie knew exactly what this would do to me. She was a tease, and a vicious little one at that! Deep inside me, the fatherly instinct was forgotten. I was just a man now, wanting to take my daughter and pleasure her every moment I could.

The sound of a car horn snapped me back to reality. I’d been drifting into the other lane. I quickly corrected and paid more attention. One way or another, it seemed my daughter was going to be the death of me.

I scowled at my phone. “Damn it, Sophie!” I texted her, cursing her for many reasons.

A moment later, my phone buzzed again. “I love you, Daddy,” she answered with a winky face.

Mom, The Unwilling Slut Ch 02

“Bro, you here” came my sister, Kayla’s voice. A wicked idea crept into my mind. “Hey sis, I’m in my room and I need a hand with something…” I heard her running up the stairs, and smiled. 

She walked into my room, and stopped short, seeing me sitting at my computer naked, with an erection, and pictures of our mother with a cock in her mouth on my computer screen.

As calmly as I could, I told her, “I taught mom her place in this family, now it’s your turn.” I told her standing up. She didn’t move, watching my cock bob as I walked over to her. “Now you have two choices suck my dick, or get naked and suck my dick.”

I stood in front of her enjoying the look of horror and revulsion on her face. Her eyes were fixated on my hard cock. I expected her to run away, or scream at me, but what happened shocked me even more.

Kayla sank to her knees and took my cock into her mouth without a word. She was an excellent cocksucker and knew how to please a man. Even though I had cum sad several times in the last few hours, I had been denied for so long that I still had plenty of cum for my little sister. 

She pulled her mouth off my dick and sucked my balls into her mouth. I groaned in pleasure. “Oh fuck sis, you give a hell of a blow job,” I tell her. 

I let her suck on me for a while more, enjoying her talented mouth. When I started to feel some pressure build, knowing I was going to blast another load soon, I decided I wanted to try her 19-year-old cunt. I grabbed her hair and pulled her off my dick. I pulled her to the bed and threw her on it. I looked at her long legs in the tights she wore as part of her work uniform, with a short skirt, and belly shirt. 

I flipped her skirt over her ass and saw she was wearing pantyhose and no underwear. I grabbed the material of her hose and pulled until it ripped open exposing her little hairless cunt. “Good girl, shaving that slut hole. I tell her as I slam my cock into it. 

“FUCK YES,” she screams as I start to drive my cock into her. Curious reaction, I thought to myself but figured I would let it go for now, and just enjoy her unstretched birth canal. I fucked her hard and fast as she fucked me back.

“Fuck this slut, sir. Pound my fuckhole with your wonderful cock.” she moaned. “Use this slut for your pleasure.”

I raised my eyes, wondering where Kayla learned to talk like that. She sounded like a girl in one of those cheesy BDSM stories I read online. What the hell, I thought, might as well enjoy it. 

I felt my balls getting tight and decided to see how slutty she was. I pulled out of her and began to stroke myself. “Turn around, slut,” I commanded.

She scrambled to face me, and when she saw what I was doing, she dropped to her knees and leaned in close to the head of my dick. Her eyes looked at mine as she opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out as far as it could go.

The sight of her in that position was enough to push me over the edge, and I plastered her face with my cum. I fell back into my chair, spent and watched Kayla crawl to me and took my cock in her mouth and cleaned our combined fluids from me. Then she sat back and used her fingers to scoop my cream off her face and lick it up. 

When her face was clean I looked shook my head. “You’re a little skank. Aren’t you.”

“Sir, this one was with someone who was very dominant and learned that she lives to serve. This one was without an owner for a long time, and when you spoke as a Dominant, this unworthy submissive had no choice but to obey.”

“Wow. Uh, Okay. So you like being used and abused and humiliated.” I asked licking my lips at the prospect.

“YES!” she squealed in delight. “May this one ask a question?” I nod at her, my brain coming up with scenarios so disgusting Larry Flynt would balk at them.

“Are those really pictures of you fucking mom?” she asked sounding like the sister I grew up with.

“Not just pictures, videos too,” I tell her with a little pride. 

“Would Sir mind sharing them with this undeserving set of holes?” she asked staring at the image of our mom her face covered in mascara and cum. 

“Come sit here,” I say patting my lap, “But get rid of those clothes first.”

She is naked before I could blink, and she plants her dripping pussy on my bare thigh. I relinquish control of the computer and let her scroll through the photos, as I start to tell her about the fight we had. I told her about how hypocritical she was because as she berated me for watching a movie where girls get naked, she was doing the same thing right in front of me. 

I told her how I was making her suck my dick, and talking to dad on the phone when she started laughing. “What’s so funny I asked her. 

“I did that to you once,” she says. You were clueless.

“Talked to you on the phone while having sex.”

“When!” I demanded.

“About a year ago. The night of my 18th birthday. After the party, Doug and I went to Lovers Cove to get it on. It was my first time. He was going down on me when my phone rang. He lifted his head from sucking my clit and told me to answer it.”

My hands started to squeeze her naked breasts as she continued. “I did and it was you. You told me that I had left my keys home, and you were heading back to your apartment and wanted to know where I was so you could drop them off.” she giggles at the memory. “I told you Doug had felt peckish so he was getting a bite to eat down under, and you thought we were at Outback.” 

“As soon as you hung up, Doug took my cherries. Doug figured I would be easy to control when I did what he told me to do without arguing. That night he began to teach me about being a sub. I learned a lot from him and his parents over the rest of the time we were dating.”

Doug’s mom was a full-time sub, and she was used to teach Doug how to be a Dom. I was Doug’s plaything, and he shared me with his dad and mom and their friends. I loved every salacious second of it. I would have worn his collar, but he decided to go to Trinity College in Ireland, and told me that he was releasing me from my oath until he moved back to the U.S. I haven’t found anyone to use me like I need since he left until tonight.” She said turning and kissing me. “Thank you, I needed this.”

Wait, you’re telling me your boyfriend was fucking his mom? You were fucking his dad and mom and other people?” I asked in shock. Even though I just fucked her, there was still a part of me that saw her as my virginal baby sister, not the 19-year-old sexy college student she had grown into. 

“I did anything Doug asked, just like I will for you,” she tells me. “I saw how close Doug was to his parents, not just physically but emotionally as well. I always wanted our family to be close, but mom is a cold fish and Dad is way too busy with work to show he cares about us. She leans back against me as I start to rub her slit. 

We sat there in silence going through the pictures talking about other things we could do to mom not only later tonight but when dad went on his business trip in two weeks.

Our conversation got me hard again, and I pushed Kayla onto my desk bent at the waist and drove my dick into her pussy and fucked her for a few minutes while using my hand to collect some of her fluids and applying them to her ass. 

When she was ready I slammed my cock into her bowels and fucked her fast and hard, filling her bowels with my cum. This time I didn’t let her clean my cock.

8========D<

I was asleep in bed when I heard my bedroom door open. I cracked my eyelids to see a shadow moving through my room toward my bed. I forced myself no tot react, as the figure walked by the window, the glow of the streetlight from across the street letting me see it was my mom, and she was nude.

She got to the side of the bed and looked at me. I could see the war that was wagging inside her. I lay still waiting for her to make the only decision she could. 

Silently she dropped to her knees and pulled my sheets off my naked body. She sat on the edge of my bed and began to stroke my cock with her hand.

After a few seconds, I opened my eyes. “I told you to suck it until I was awake, no to give me a hand job. What the fuck is wrong with you, you stupid cunt?” I asked her sharply.

She hung her head in shame. “I thought I would get it hard first…” she said her eyes downcast.

“Well, your first mistake was to think,” I told her. You are a set of holes to pleasure me, not a brain to think.” I tell her. “Now suck me, before I take you back to your bedroom and fuck you in front of dad.”

Her eyes grew wide in freight and she quickly bent over and took my shaft in her mouth. Even in the ambient light, I could see her make a disgusted face when she tasted my cock. I pushed her down until her nose met my naval. Good job slut. You took my ass fucking cock deep into your mouth. That odor you smell and taste on me is the girl I fucked in the ass while you were out. How does her pussy smell? How does her ass taste on my dick?”

Mom starts to struggle when she hears my words, but she didn’t have any leverage with the position she was in. I was able to easily hold her down and could feel her retching as I started to face fuck her. 

She continued to struggle but was getting weaker, and I was afraid she would pass out. I pulled her up, leaving about a third of my dick in her mouth. I felt her tears falling on my belly button, as I said “Keep sucking slut. You belong to me now. I control everything about you, even when you are allowed to cum and who you get to fuck.”

Her oral skills hadn’t improved at all, and I wanted to humiliate her further. “Get in here,” I yelled quietly. Moms eyes widened as another form entered my room and walked to my bed. I shoved her head back down before she could see who it was. Now mommy slut, either suck my cock like the whore you are, or my friend will begin to spank that fat jiggly wad of cellulite you call an ass.”

Mom, who worked out regularly and kept her self fit and toned, audible sobbed at my words, as she began to try and please me.

She did a barley satisfactory job, but she was able to draw what little cum I had left up from my balls. “Give me your left hand,” I tell her. 

Her hand reaches out to me and I take it in mine. I signal Kayla to pull her off my dick. Kayla grabs her hair and pulls her up, off my dick. 

“Stroke me with your right hand,” I order her. She blindly reaches out and begins to jack my hard cock. As I was about to climax, I put her left hand in the line of fire. I aimed carefully and when I finally did start to spurt I made sure to coat her ring finger, which had the ostentatious engagement ring, the simple wedding band, and the matching 25th-anniversary band, with all our names and birthstones on it. All three rings were coated in my cum. The look of horror on her face was priceless. The room filled with a flash and mom jumped in shock.

“Don’t worry,” I told her calmly. “That was my friend, the one whose shit you sucked off my dick, taking a picture of your wedding rings covered in my cum. Now she will take you back to bed, without washing your hands. You will sleep in your marital bed, with your rings covered in your son’s cum, until after dad leaves for work in the morning. Then you will come back here for more instructions. 

Mom opened her mouth to speak, but I held up one finger. “one single fucking word and my friend will use that huge strap on we found in your bedroom 

to rape your ass the rest of the night.

Mom closes her mouth, my bluff paying off. Kayla pushes mom toward the door and I watch as they head down the hall. Kayla returns a few minutes later and climbs into bed with me. “Holy fuck, that was hot.” Where did you get that idea to cum on her rings?”

“It just came to me. I thought it would be a great way to humiliate her. She won’t sleep knowing she could smear my cum on her husband. That will make her tired and easier to control tomorrow when we tell her what her life will be like until we tire of her.”

Kayla laughs in delight and interlaces her legs with mine. She puts her head on my chest, her breasts crushing into me as we fall asleep.

8========D<

It was the big day, dad was leaving for his business trip. Kayla was moving back home today, so we could have mom all to ourselves for the week. Mom had gotten used to the rules I gave her. No clothes were to be worn unless dad or someone else was in the house, Her holes were available to me 24/7/365.25, and only I got to decide if and when she could fuck dad, but she did have to blow him at least once a week. I had never seen dad happier. Mom still didn’t know that it was Kayla I had ass fucked before she sucked me off that night. Today was the day she would find out.

As soon as she got home from the airport, before getting out of her car, she stripped off her clothes. She walked into the house from the garage and found me sitting in the living room, using the web browser on the TV to pull up my account on a website known for having MILFs getting caught fucking their stepdaughter’s boyfriend and convincing their stepdaughter to join in. I knew the one I wanted, it starred Corey Chase as a family therapist, and her children are always fighting. So she has them do some things together to try and get them to bond. The therapy works too well and they bond at the genitals, and Cory as mom joins in the fun. 

I started playing the movie, and mom having learned what I expected, dropped to her knees and began to nuzzle and nibble on my cock making it start to get hard. About 10 minutes in, I saw Kayla quietly enter the house and walk into the living room, standing behind mom. At this point in the movie, Cory catches her children fucking, Kayla taking on the role of Cory quotes the movie, “What the hell is going on here? Why are you blowing him?” 

Mom jumps up and spins around and sees Kayla standing there fully dressed. Her entire body is red and her mouth is opening and closing trying to cum up with something to say to her daughter after being caught sucking her sons cock. 

“Bitch, did I say stop?” I ask her. 

Mom knowing my tone instantly drops to her knees and takes me in her mouth. I could tell from the quality of her blow job she was distracted. “Oh mom, I guess you can go kiss your daughter hello. Why don’t you do that.” I say winking at Kayla. Mom jumps up and starts walking to Kayla. “Give her a nice wet tongue kiss…” mom freezes and looks at me in horror, “…On her asshole,” I finish my sentence. 

Mom glares at me part of her wanting to argue, but we both had learned she loves to be humiliated, and this was the most humiliating thing I had done to her since the first time I fucked her. 

“Yeah mom, cum lick my asshole. It’s not like you haven’t tasted it before.” Mom spun away from me and looked at Kayla in confusion. “Remember the shit you licked off your son’s cock? That shit came from my ass. Your son has been fucking me most, leaving you here alone when dad is out with his barely legal sugar babies.” she told her, verbally bitch-slapping mom with what we all knew but never talked about.

“You have your instructions cunt. Do it.” I order her. Kayla slowly lowers the zipper on her black leather strapless sheath dress. We all watch the slow descent as the dress slowly parts. First, it shows a small amount of her cleavage, and as it goes lower the inside edges of her breasts are exposed leaving no doubt she was bra less.

We kept following the zipper down, and soon her mons came into view. It was rough with a lot of dark black stubble all around her pussy. “Sorry big bro, I didn’t have time to shave,” she tells me. 

That’s okay,” I reply. We have a slave who can take care of that for you.” 

Kayla’s response was to give mom a predatory smile and to pull her dress off and throw it in her face. “Hang it up mom. My friend Julie is flying out later today, to meet dad, and spend the week with him. He told her to wear that dress and only that dress, and that she wouldn’t need any other clothes.”

Tears were running down Mom’s face as she took the dress and smoothed it out. She walked over to the hall closet and put it on a hangar. She stood there looking at the dress and sighing she closed the door and walked over to Kayla. 

Without another word, she knelt behind her daughter and spread apart her ass cheeks and leaned in. She kissed Kayla directly on her asshole and began to tongue it. 

“So Kay,” I ask, “Got your stuff in your car outside?” I ask

“Just a few boxes. I also promised Julie a ride to the airport after dropping my stuff off. She’s waiting in the car. 

“Well, we shouldn’t keep her waiting,” I tell her, Grabbing a pair of shorts and pulling them over my erect cock. Picking up my tee-shirt off the floor, I pull it on and say, “Mom go get Kayla’s boxes and put them in her room. While you’re in the garage, see if Julie needs anything before her flight.” I tell her.

Mom pulls her face away from Kayla’s ass and reluctantly heads off to do as she was told. I stand up and hug Kayla. “That was perfect. After today she will be malleable to our plans. 

Kayla gets the dress as mom goes upstairs with several boxes. When she comes down, I tell her. “Go get in the car, we’re going for a ride. You can sit in the back with Julie. Oh and don’t tell her who you are or who your husband is.” I tell her. 

Mom nods stiffly and does as instructed. Kayla and I grab a couple of bottles of water and head out to her car. “I’ll drive,” I announce. Adjusting the driver’s seat to fit my larger size, which had the added benefit of crushing mom in the backseat of Kayla’s convertible.

“Hi Julie, I’m Nico. Kay’s brother. Nice to meet you.” I say to my father’s lover. 

“Hi, Nico, nice to meet you. Thanks for taking me to the airport.” Julie says staring at the naked older woman beside her. “Can I ask…” she says amused.

“About the naked skank next to you?” I say smiling as I back out of the driveway. “she’s just a neighborhood MILF, I fuck on occasion when her husbands out of town. She tends to be submissive and loves humiliation so feel free to do anything you want to her.” I continue as I stop the car and hit the button to put the roof down.

“Here’s your dress,” Kayla says. I hope your sugar daddy doesn’t mind me using it.”

“Trust me, he won’t. He’d buy you a whole wardrobe if you flew out with me tonight. He would love to have the two of us taking care of him. His old shrew of a wife hasn’t given him any pussy in almost a month, but she did start blowing him weekly.” Julie says confirming to mom that Julie was on her way to spend a week with dad in a hotel.

Kay laughed and replied “I’m a one guy kinda girl. I don’t wanna compete with another girl for my guy’s attention.” 

“That’s too bad,” Julie says My guy would pay us both a lot of money for just a few hours together,” she says while pulling off her tee-shirt, exposing her huge, obviously fake breasts. “Sugar daddy paid for them. Would you like to feel,” Julie asks my mom who was staring at them. “I could give you the name of the doc who did mine, he’s fantastic.” as she took Mom’s hand and put it on the tits dad paid for.

I was laughing inside, as Kayla took the tee shirt from Julie and pulled it on over her naked breasts. I stopped at a red light and Julie stood up and wrapped the dress around her body and zipped it up covering her nude form. Then she shimmed the shorts down from underneath the dress. She handed Kay the shorts who pulled them up her legs. Now, mom was the only person naked in the car, as I turned onto the freeway heading to the airport. 

“How did you meet your sugar daddy?” I yell over the wind noise as I get up to highway speed.

“Through a dating site. I put up an ad, and he answered. We hit it off right away, and have been seeing each other almost a year now. I know he has other girls, I’ve met a couple of them, but as long as I’m willing and ready when he wants me, and he takes care of my bills, we’re good.” 

I saw a semi-truck up ahead in the right lane and gunned the engine to catch up, as Julie saw mom was crying. “What’s wrong?” she asked. 

“It’s just the wind,” she lies as the truck blasts it’s air horn, making mom look up and she sees a fat bald sweaty beady-eyed man staring at her naked body. 

“Cum for the nice truck driver,” Kayla tells mom, handing her a large black vibrator, as I keep pace with the larger vehicle. Julies’ eyes got wide as mom leaned back and spread her legs and started to run the toy between her lips. 

I could see the driver on his radio, and I saw a truck up ahead of us in the right lane move to the left lane and slow down. I made slowed a little bit to let the other truck get in position to watch as mom started to fuck herself with the rubber cock.

Soon there was a line of trucks in both the left and right lanes and I would speed up and slow down making sure all the drivers got a good look at mom fucking herself silly with the toy. We were approaching our exit and mom was close to cumming.

“Julie, why don’t you rub her clit and play with her tits so these nice men can see her cum before we have to get off,” I say. 

“I thought you’d never ask,” she says Kissing mom as her hand finds her clit and begins to rub it furiously. Within seconds mom was thrashing about in orgasm and I hit the gas so all the truckers could see her writhe in orgasm.

8========D<

We pulled up at the airport departure drop off, having put the top-up. Julie jumped out and waved goodbye as she hurried inside to make sure she made her flight. 

We pulled away, and Kayla told mom, “I hope you’re hungry, we have a nice meal planned for you.”

“I can’t go to a restaurant like this,” she said her fear making her voice shake.

“Oh, we’re not going to a restaurant,” Kayla said as I drove down a street that was more potholes and pot dealers than asphalt.

“Where are we going?” she asked assuming the fetal position.

“Wherever I want,” I tell her as I turn onto a major roadway, famous for the hookers that stroll up and down the sidewalks during the evening hours. I pull into the Mega Sex Shop that advertises on late-night cable channels. I had talked to a few friends who confirmed it had what I was looking for. I parked the car as far from the door as possible and got out of the car. It wasn’t quite getting dark yet and the parking lot was easily visible from the street. I reached into the backseat and offered mom my hand. “Let’s go, the longer it takes you to get started the longer this will last,” I tell her. 

Grudgingly she took my hand and I lead her around three sides of the building to the door. I opened the door and pushed her in, following close behind. Julie made sure a few of the locals saw the naked woman go in so word would spread something kinky was afoot. 

I lead mom straight to the back of the mostly empty shop and found the private booths that would let you watch any type of porn you could want. 5 minutes per token, I put a $20 in the token machine and handed the tokens to Kayla, whispering, “I’m first.” 

She leads mom into the booth and put the first token in. She typed in the keyword and found a perfect movie to play for mom. She selected the movie as I entered the booth next door. Mom was so focused on the screen, watching the white MILF suck on a black cock that protruded through a wall. 

I stuck my cock through the hole and felt it poke bare flesh. I heard a gasp, “What the hell, Kayla, mom whispered.” 

“It’s a glory hole mom,” Kayla said loud enough for people in the store to hear. You’re going to suck a lot a cock before we leave. So get started.” 

I could feel the look mom was giving Kayla as I wagged my cock trying to get her started. Soon I felt a warm wet mouth envelope my cock and begin to pleasure it. 

“Come on mom, suck it like you want to make it cum. I have 20 tokens. You need to suck off at least one guy for each token I put in the machine. If you don’t, then you get tied up out in the shop and we’ll let anyone use any hole they want until closing.” Kayla tells her.

Suddenly mom was sucking cock like a champ. She was slurping and gagging and devouring my shaft like a starving woman who found a gourmet meal. Since I had been denied my normal morning orgasms and had been around multiple naked attractive females all day, I was ready to blow. I pumped most of my cum into her mouth put I pulled out of her lips and made sure the last few spurts hit her on the face. 

I zipped up my pants and left the room saying, “Holy shit there’s some slut in the middle booth sucking all cummers,” loud enough that mom and Kayla could hear it. I heard Kayla laugh and mom wail.

A shrimpy white guy that made me think of the short story character Walter Mitty went into the booth. I stayed nearby just in case, and I was shocked and a bit aroused by the quality and quantity of filthy language streaming from his lips. I made a point to remember some of the phrases he used.

When he exited the booth, he tipped the derby hat he was wearing as he walked past me and left. Word spread quickly and a line had formed, almost every one of the guys waiting was black, ranging in color from a shade or two darker than me too so dark he seemed to absorb light.

One by one the guys entered the booth and got their dicks sucked. Most of them were quiet, a few would talk dirty or call my mom names. Then a small skinny black guy who looked so scared of everything he would have a heart attack if a fly sneezed.

He went into the booth and suddenly everyone in the store crowded around the door. 

“HOLY MOTHERFUCKINGSHIT!” Mom’s voice blasted through the door.

“Oh, my dicking fuck!” Kayla said, her voice was filled with shock and awe. All the guys around me started laughing and high fiving. 

As the guys continued to celebrate, I found a clerk off to the side. “What’s going on?” I ask. 

“The slut met meat,” he responded.

“What now?” I asked even more confused. 

He beckoned and lead me toward the back of the store where a bulletin board was hanging. It had a bunch of handwritten notes for escorts and other quasi-legal services. He lifted a flier and I choked on the air I was breathing. 

“No one knows his real name. We call him meat. If he would let someone measure he would probably the largest known cock in history. I estimate 15” when hard, and almost 3” around. I start laughing, now understanding why mom and Kayla reacted the way they did. “No one ever goes when meat finishes. You’ll find out why soon. But bring those honeys back anytime, shit like that’s great for business.”

I shake his hand, take one last look at what meat is packing, and wonder how the fuck he walks normally.

I head back to the booth and see two guys carrying mom out of the room. I started to panic, but heard Kayla saying “gently boys the last guy almost drowned her.” 

I stepped next to Kayla and asked “what happened. She spun to me her eyes wide as saucers. “The last guy…big…fucking huge…jolly green giant-sized,” she said to me. 

“that part I know. What happened?”

Mom had her mouth about a third of the way down that fire hose. She couldn’t go any further, but she was trying. Then a dam burst and cum sprayed everywhere. I swear cum was oozing out of her ears. I’m not entirely sure she’s breathing and no one here wants to do mouth to mouth.”

I step up to mom laid out on a bench and verify she is breathing. More than a few guys were standing around staring at moms naked form. I have to admit she looked like she been the center of attention at a circle jerk. 

Kayla was beside me. “Mom swallowed every load, this was the overflow from that last guy. The clerk walked up with a bucket of warm water and a few rags. Kayla and I go to work cleaning her off.

8========D<

The week was coming to an end, and things were getting kinda routine. I felt we needed something special to shake up mom and Kayla. I had started using my pet name for Kayla from when she was a baby. She used to squish up her face when she laughed and I loved to make her laugh, so I started calling her my little squishy. Mom was still slut or skank or fuck holes or whatever else we called her.

Dad was supposed to be home tomorrow, so today was our last day with the house to ourselves. I had tied mom to the dining room table and had a parade of service people coming to the hose. The exterminator, a plumber, an electrician, a property appraiser, and more. I made sure to escort each one through the dining room, then get called away, leaving them with a naked and bound woman. Kayla had set up her cell phone in the room and streamed the feed to the TV we had bought for my room. 

We watched as each of these guys did anything from fell her up t get a blow job. One even fucked her and came in her pussy. As I was leading the solar panel salesman to the door, I heard the garage door open. “I’m home,” boomed a powerful male voice.

“Daddy,” Kayla squealed din delight and ran to him, trying to buy me time to free mom and get her dressed.

I shoved the guy out the door and slammed it closed. I ran to the dining room while Kayla was rambling on about one of her friends who was hurting for money, keeping dad’s attention with the prospect of gaining another sugar baby.

I ran into the dining room where mom was struggling against the ropes holding her. Her face was a mask of terror, and I began to untie her legs. As I finished untying her legs, I went to duck under the table to release her arms, and I tripped over my one feet bouncing my head off the table, stunning me. I face planted right into Mom’s pussy, making mom scream. 

Dad and Kayla came running in, “WHAT THE FUCK,” he screamed seeing his fully dressed son, his face buried in his naked wife’s pussy with her arms tied to the table we used to eat family meals on.

“Hi honey, you’re home early,” mom said trying to make the surreal seem normal. He just stood there looking at us.

“How…how…how long have you…” dad was trying to ask the unthinkable question. 

“Not as long as you’ve been fucking Julie, and Amber and Kelli…” Kayla started to list the girls she knew that were fucking her father.

Dad spun on here his face so red it looked like it could melt steel. “Enough he bellowed as Kayla was listing his sugar babies.

I regained my senses and scrambled under the table to finally free mom. Her arms were soon loose but she stayed there, waiting for whatever was about to happen.

“First of all, they aren’t my family. They are adults, who choose, of their own free will, to do things for me. Things I would never ask your mother to do, and for that, I make sure they are fairly compensated. It’s strictly business.”

Mom sits up and glares at him. “Name one thing I wouldn’t do for you if you asked?” she says in anger.

Dad turned to face her. “Mortimer and Randolph,” he says naming the founding partners of his Brokerage house. 

“WHAT?” mom asks.

“Mortimer and Randolph like to ply their clients with booze and girls. One of my responsibilities is to procure young attractive females who, for a fee, will allow old, fat, ugly, and uncouth men to use them for pleasure.”

“You don’t partake?” She asked in surprise.

“Not often.” He replied “There are times I do have to so I can be seen as a team player. But if I can avoid it I do.”

“Then why haven’t you fucked me in over a year.” mom asked, I could hear the heartbreak in her voice.

Dad stood there for a few minutes a puzzled look on his face. “It’s been that long?” he asked. 

Mom nodded and I took Kayla’s hand and lead her to the garage. “I think mom and dad need some time. As I got into her car and we drove off. 

8========D<

When we got home, several hours later, mom and dad were sitting at the kitchen table. Mom was still naked, a fresh load of cum visible on her tits. “Come sit down kids.” dad said to us. 

Kayla and I sat at the kitchen table and waited nervously to hear what dad was about to say. 

Mom told me everything. Seems like you two have a very kinky side. I want to see those pictures and videos Nico, dad said smiling at me. 

“I was involved in a Dom Sub relationship in college before I met your mother. I thought I had gotten over that, but hearing about everything you did, especially that glory hole, damn I want to watch her suck off meat, he says. It brought back all my fond memories and dormant desires. So now mom is a family slave to use and abuse anytime we want. Whatever you two have going on, that’s up to you. 

The one thing that will change, is that mom will be going to a lot more of my business meetings and trips to help woo the clients. Any questions?

We were both too shocked to ask anything at that moment. We just stared at our dad, in shock.

Well, then how about you ladies get us some popcorn and we take a look at our private family album.

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Mom, The Unwilling Slut Ch 01

It was a shitty day. My attempts at finding a job were as pointless as vacuuming your lawn. I just wanted something that paid enough to get the fuck out of my parent’s house and stop dating Rosie palm. As I turned onto my street I was glad to see my parent’s car wasn’t in the driveway. I DVR’d one of my favorite movies last night. It was one of those B movies where the bimbos drop their tops every time they turn around. This one had a fairly decent plot, and I desperately needed the stress relief. Mom had been staying up late and dad was getting up early so I hadn’t had a chance to even jack off for a few weeks.

I went into the house and made some popcorn and poured myself a drink and sat down in my recliner to watch Bikini Bistro. I slide my pants down and began to lightly rub my penis to get it hard. I know the scene I wanted to cum to. About halfway into the movie, one girl gets naked against a tree and I have a thing for sex in the woods. I figured with the lackanookie I had experienced since moving back in with my folks, that I would have to be careful of cumming too soon.

About 15 minutes in, I was lightly stroking my cock, when I heard a car door close. Knowing I only had seconds, I grabbed a blanket and threw it over myself. I went to grab the remote to change the show, and I dropped it. I reached down for it and was just able to sit back up and adjust the blanket over myself when the door opened. Unfortunately, my mom walked in just as the waitresses were changing into their uniforms. Lots of close-ups of tits and ass. She had a disgusted look on her face and began to bitch me out for watching such degrading, demeaning, anti-woman smut. I sat there silently, the movie still playing, and my dick for some reason was getting harder and demanding attention.

Just to be ornery I left the movie on just to piss her off. Mom stormed over to the TV and shut it off. She then pulled some cables from the DVR stormed into her bedroom slamming the door. I was infuriated. I got up, pulling up my pants and burst into her room without knocking. Mom was standing there in the process of unbuttoning her blouse.

She turned toward me “You come into my bedroom unannounced!”, she said while glaring furiously at me.

“Give me the goddamned cable!”, I growled in reply.

“Fuck off you pervert!”, she snarled “now get out so I can change, I only have a few minutes before I need to leave to meet your father.”

“I don’t give a rats ass about your fucking parties, I’m not leaving until you give me the motherfuckin’ TV cable.”

“Listen, you piece of shit, I’m gonna change. If you want to stand there and watch your mother get undressed and redressed, then you’re not just a pervert you’re a sick animal that doesn’t have a single redeeming human trait, and you will no longer be my son. Now get the fuck out asshole.” Then completely ignoring me she turned back toward her dresser and finished unbuttoning her blouse.

At this point, I began to see red, and my dick for some reason was harder than it had ever been in my life. Mom slipped out of her blouse and dropped it in her laundry basket. Her bra was, well being a single guy all I can say is H – O – T, hot. The cups containing her above-average tits was low cut and made of thin material. I could easily see her large areola which always turns me on, and her nipples were erect and at least ½ inch long.

Mom continued to ignore me and began to unzip her skirt, completely ignoring the fact that her son was standing several feet away. This was enraging me even more than the fighting and insults. As she lowered her skirt, her feminine lacy panties came into view. The panties matched the bra, something I always found erotic. But I also noticed and honest to God garter belt. The garter belt was attached to some thigh high stockings, and the panties were actually under the straps of the garter.

At this point I was so enraged I wanted to physically attack her. I took three steps closing the gap between us and grabbed her arm not knowing what I was going to do. I spun her around to face me and said “Shit bitch! You piss and moan about me watching a movie where bimbos take off their clothes because it’s degrading to women. Yet, here you are stripping in front of your son. You’re no better than any of those whores! Now I’m gonna do to you what I wanted to do to them. So I guess it’s time I do to a bimbo what I always wanted to.” Mom opened her mouth to speak and I smacked her in the face. “One word out of your cock sucking face hole, and you will regret being born a female.” I snarl at her.

Mom tried to pull her arm out of my vice-like grasp, but I was too enraged. She looked petrified, and I didn’t care. I looked into her eyes and smiled cruelly. I grabbed a pair of scissors from the small writing desk she used to send out thank you notes to her society friends. Using the scissors, I indulged in one of my favorite fantasies. I began to cut her bra off her body, as she whimpered, “please don’t do this” she whispered almost inaudibly.

I backhanded her across her face. “Speak again and you will regret learning how to use that mouth for anything other than pleasuring a man!” I screamed at her spittle flying out of my mouth hitting her in the face. A single tear formed and started to run down her face. I was thoroughly enjoying the control and domination of this woman who had given me nothing but grief my whole adult life. I bent down and licked the tear from her face savoring the flavor of her fear. I finished cutting the shoulder straps on her bra and then ripped it from her body leaving angry red marks on her flesh around her torso. I dropped the bra to the floor and reached up and pinched her nipples so hard she screamed in pain. I smiled at “Scream all you want because when I am finished with you, you won’t be able to walk or talk for days.

Mom started crying in earnest which only fueled my desire to hurt and humiliate her. I pulled her nipples stretching her tits as far as they would go. Mom started sobbing but I could only think about totally degrading her. I released her tits and cut her panties off her body, noticing that they were somewhat damp. I ran a finger over her lips. Her body shuddered when she felt me touch her most intimate spot. I looked at my finger and saw that it had collected some liquid from her pussy.

This pleased me and I spun mom around and pushed her over the bed. I slapped her ass hard making her sob harder. “Bitch you better get me wet, cuz I’m gonna fuck your ass till I cum.” I then dropped my pants, releasing my cock which seemed to be double its usual size. “Keep your legs straight, and your face on the bed while I get my dick wet in your skank hole.”, I ordered her as I rammed my dick deep into her pussy. I started stroking slowly letting her natural lube get me wet, remembering the weekend I discovered masturbation and the resulting friction burn. After I fill your shit hole with my cum, you’re gonna lick me clean”, I told her as I started to thrust a bit faster.

Mom moaned when she heard this and the tears flowed faster. I tossed the scissors aside and began to rub her clit to increase the lubrication. As I looked at the mirror in her room I saw a bottle of baby oil within easy reach. I grabbed it and withdrew my shaft leaving just the head in my mom’s cunt. I poured almost half the bottle on my dick and around her ass and pussy. Moms body shuddered when the oil fell onto her skin.

As I began to furiously thrust into her, I began to finger her puckered hole, forcing oil into her. One by one I added fingers until I was two knuckles deep with three fingers. I slowly fucked her ass with my fingers letting her mentally prepare for the invasion of my cock.

I pulled my slimy cock from the hole I was pulled out of all those years ago, and mercilessly drove my raging hard-on into her bowels. 

“PLEASE NO!” screamed mom as she felt my cock invade her bowels. “No one has ever done that to me, please don’t…stop”, she whined as I began to thrust. 

My balls were slapping her cunt as my shaft began to slide out of her tight asshole. “I warned you not to speak twice already”, I said harshly. “Now you have to pay for your stupidity and disobedience.”

“But…but I’m your mother. How can you treat me like this?” She said turning to look at me, her mascara and eye shadow streaking down her face from the tears she had been crying.

Seeing my always fastidious, perfectly coiffed, fashionably chic, impeccably groomed, smartly manicured, exquisitely made, always in control society bitch or a mother transformed into a slovenly street whore from the low rent side of the tracks turned me on immeasurably. I began to slam my cock into her tight virgin ass, “Take my fucking dick you sorry excuse of a cunt. You stuck up society whore, ride your son’s dick. Feel him grow more erect in your ass as he pumps into you. Since you decided to you were no longer my mother, I won’t treat you like a mother. I’ll treat you like what you are, three holes two tits, and a heartbeat, all for my salacious pleasure. You will take my cum any time any place and in any location, I decide.”

She sobbed harder at these words. Hearing her cries grow louder, drove me insane with lust. All higher brain functions stopped and I became an animal overwhelmed with lust. I drove my cock into my mother’s ass relentlessly. I kept slamming into her harder and harder. As my cock kept plunging into that virgin abyss, I began to spank my mother on the outside of both her ass cheeks.

My assault on her increased her wails of anguish and kept me going further into the carnal animal I had become. Her whole ass was red from my violent assault. I felt my balls boiling and I held back my release trying to think about anything except the wonderful sensations coursing through my body. One minute became two and two became three and three became excruciating as I tried to hold back the imminent explosion.

I roared like a lion as my first jet of cum blasted deep into her ass. I quickly pulled out of her ass and spun her around so my second blast of cum hit her left nipple. I pushed her down, the rest of my cum would spray onto her face. She moaned softly as jet after jet of cum plastered her face, and I saw her hand between her legs frigging her clit to make herself cum. I nodded pleased knowing that she truly was a little whore and enjoyed being controlled and humiliated.

Mom continued to frig herself, as I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket. I took several pictures of mom’s face coated in my cum, making sure that you could see she was rubbing her clit. When mom realized I was taking pictures of her, she tried to get away, but I grabbed her throat.

“You ain’t done yet fucktoy. Now you gotta lick me clean. Then I’ll let you go and meet dad, and his friends. If you clean my dick thoroughly I might just let you wash your face, and change your dress before you leave.”

As mom opened her mouth to take my cock in I took more pictures. When the flash went off, she would flinch. Mom was not an experienced cocksucker. She had no clue what to do with her tongue or lips. She literally sucked my dick like it was a straw. 

After a few minutes, I looked at my watch and said “Well I guess I am a motherfucker now. And I think I will be one until I get tired of you”, I looked down at mom “Go get dressed. Don’t put on panties. I want you worried that my cum will leak out of your ass and down your leg in front of your friends.”

Mom silently stood up and walked into the master bathroom. She left the door open, as she adjusted the water, and stripped off her remaining lingerie. When she got in the glass-enclosed shower, I left her room and went into mine. I took off my cum splattered clothes and put on a robe my last girlfriend gave me. I went back into the family room and began looking for something to watch now that I didn’t need relief anymore, although the thought of what had just happened, had me semi-erect. 

I heard mom come down the stairs and try to sneak out without speaking to me.

“STOP”, I called out and mom froze in her tracks. I looked at her and saw she was wearing an ankle-length skirt and a high collared blouse. She reminded me of a schoolmarm in the westerns my dad made me watch when I was younger. “Let’s see if the dumb cunt can follow simple directions,” I announced staring at my mom. 

Mom had an expression of disgust, embarrassment, and loathing on her face and she didn’t move. Yet I could see a strange glint in her eyes showing she was enjoying the way I was treating her. Surprisingly, so was I. I had always tried to be gallant and gentlemanly to ladies. Maybe it was time to start treating them like skanks and whores.

Standing up I took one step toward her and said in my most commanding tone of voice “Show me now, or I will cut every piece of clothing you own into confetti. Then you can explain to dad why you’re sucking another man’s cock in your marital bed.” She but she pulled up her skirt, and I could see she was wearing pantyhose, but no panties.

“Well you did obey me you slut, but you tried to be sneaky. For that, you need to be punished. Come over here, kneel in front of me and kiss my balls before you leave. Mom opened her mouth to say something, and I cut her off, “Speak and you will not like what happens.”, I warned her.

Mom walked over to me slowly and dropped down to her knees. She leaned forward and kissed the material of the robe. I reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair tilting her head back painfully, making her eyes meet mine as I towered over her. 

“I said kiss my balls, not my robe. Now before you leave you will suck my dick until I cum. If you do a good enough job I’ll let you swallow. Do a shitty job like before, after I com on your face and blouse, I’ll toss you out of the house.”

I let her hair go, and mom reached up to the belt of the robe and quickly untied it. She pushed the robe open and closed her eyes as my cock entered her open mouth. Watching her do this made my semi into a full-size hard-on. As she began to try and do a decent job, I pulled out my phone and took several pictures of my mom sucking my dick. Then I switched over to video and began to record her orally pleasing her son.

“Do you like sucking off your son before going to your fancy parties you little slut?” I asked and Mom smiled around my shaft and nodded her head while her face was turning red. “Are you going to be a good mommy slut for your son and do whatever he tells you and whoever he tells you?” Her blush deepened and there was no response, so I smacked her face so hard it knocked her mouth off my dick. 

I grabbed her by the hair and said “Did I tell you to stop sucking my cock mommy whore? Did I tell you to take your son’s big hard dick out of your mouth?”

“No” she whispered.

“Then what the fuck are you waiting for bitch get it back where it belongs,” I told here. Mom was so scared of being struck again, she swallowed my shaft in its entirety, gagging on it. Enjoying the sensations created by her throat muscles I grabbed her head and held it in place letting her gag as I kept recording this for posterity.

As I began to fear mom would puke, I let go of her head and she jerked back remembering at the last moment not to release my cock from her mouth. Keeping just the head in her mouth she was gasping for breath.

Just then, my mom’s cell phone rang. It was dad, I could tell by the ring-tone. I shook my head no, begging me with her eyes not to answer. When it stopped ringing, the house phone rang. I picked up “Hello.”

“Where the fuck is your mother?”, my dad’s voice boomed out of the phone. I saw mom wince when she heard dad’s voice while sucking her son’s cock.

“You know how she is pop. First she had to whine about some bullshit or other, then she had to shower, choose an outfit, do her makeup, change her mind about her outfit, redo her makeup to match the new outfit….then on her way out the door she told me she’s on this new protein diet that’s all the rage with the ladies at the spa. She said she needed to get one before meeting you, she’s probably sucking it down right now.” Mom struggled to remain quiet as I rammed my dick down her throat.

“Shit, another fad diet. Damn the last one cast me like $1000 bucks a month and she looked no different after 6 months. Fuck.”

“I don’t believe this one will be expensive pop, but it seems like she likes the flavor and will be drinking a lot of them. I don’t see her giving this one up anytime soon.” 

“GODDAMNIT!” He exclaimed. I need her to close this deal, she’s the fuckin’ key. This client likes her and well… Shit, I gotta go some drunk is hitting on my client.” The line went dead in my hand, and I started to laugh.

Mom renewed her efforts on making me cum, and in my relaxed state, I came fairly quickly. Luckily for her, I had drained my balls, into her ass not too long ago, giving her the lions share of three weeks worth of stored sperm, so mom was able to keep my whole second load in her mouth.

I pulled out of mom’s mouth and sat down in the recliner. She stayed put not sure what to do. “When dad falls asleep tonight, come into my room naked. And don’t think that dropping a nightie at my door counts. You will leave all your clothes in your bedroom and walk down the hall naked. Not even earrings or a beret in your hair. If I’m asleep when you arrive suck my dick until I wake up. If I’m awake, kneel beside my bed and await my instructions. Failure to comply will mean these pictures go to everyone you know.”

Mom nodded in understanding, and I waved my hand dismissing her. She stood up and left without another word. I started to channel surf looking for something to watch. About an hour later, I got a text message from my younger sister… 

>>>Hey, bro, I need 2 get sumting from home. Im guna swing by @ 7<<< 

>>> left keys @ dorm.<<< 

>>>Plz leave back door open KK<<< 

I responded… 

>>>kk sis. c u l8r<<< 

After unlocking the back door, I went up to my room to get some sleep before my mom came home. I was laying in my bed naked, too restless to sleep. I got up and began to copy the pics and vid from my phone to my computer, and backed them up on my Google drive. Once that was done I decided to watch the video I had made. After watching the video a few times, I started to go through the pics. I hadn’t realized how many I had taken, or how hot mom looked with her makeup smeared all over her face, her hair tousled, her eyes red from crying. I was getting hard again reliving what had happened.

I was debating if I should rub one out now, or wait for mom’s sweet pussy. My dick was screaming for both. I had just taken my hard cock in my hand when I heard the back door open and close. “Bro, you here” came my sister’s voice. A wicked idea crept into my mind. “Hey sis, I’m in my room and I need a hand with something…”

Neat N’ Naked: Dakota

This part contains heterosexual intercourse, prostitution, virgin deflowering, fellatio, cunnilingus, and heterosexual sodomy. If you don’t enjoy this kind of smut, please choose another story.({*}) ({*}) ({*})

Kit had been alone all day. His house was a wreck and desperately needed to be cleaned. He also needed some companionship, but he had never found someone who would fill both those needs at the same time. At least he didn’t believe it was possible. Although he heard rumors about this service, that well, he’d believe it when he lived it. He sighed and looked at the number written on his hand before picking up the phone and dialing. 

“Neat n Naked… where our girls suck better than hoovers. How can we help you?” Came a deep throaty voice from the earpiece of the phone.

“Can I please hire a maid?” Kit asked softly, his hands sweating a bit. 

“Why of course you can darlin’. Just tell me what type of girl you want?”

I have a thing for rather… wild submissive girls. Maybe a catgirl? She doesn’t need the ears or tail, someone around 20, petite with a nice bust, and long blonde hair.”

“Well sir, that sounds like a lot of fun. I do have one girl who admits she is into animal cosplay, but she doesn’t meet some of your other requests. let me send you her profile…,”

Kit looks at the profile and picture. He sees a tiny blonde woman holding a cat wearing cat ears. Her name is Kitty, and she claims to be forty, but she could be in her mid-thirties. She’s 5’1” and weighs 120lbs. Her measurements are 34-25-35, and she works as an accountant at a paper company. She is rated 7/10 stars, and has two comments. 

The first comment is a perfect 10 from D. S. Tthe comment reads: She’s a strong female, who knows the man is king. She gets emotional at times. The other review is only 4/10 and A. B. Wrote: She is a cold fish in bed who often calls out other men’s names. She has a strange beet fetish.

After looking at the profile, Kit asks “Do you have anyone else?”

“I also have Dakota, here’s her profile. 

Dakota was a petite blonde, with short hair, and a square pretty face with sparkling green eyes. She’s 21, 5′ 108 lbs, 32-24-33 and is a full-time college student. She is rated 9/10 stars and instead of comments she has some personal info in her profile. 

Dakota prefers giving BJs over any other type of sexual activity. She once sucked a golf ball through 5′ of garden hose. While not strictly a sub, she is willing to be dominated and humiliated. No Discipline and bondage with regular clients only.

For Kit, it was a no brainer. “Ms. Dakota please.” Kit asks softly.

After taking his address and payment information the appointment is scheduled.

8========D<

At the appointed time, Kit hears a knock on the door. Peeking outside, Kit sees a beautiful blond college student wearing a pair of ski tight black jogging pants and a sports bra. She is covered in a light sheen of sweat, and her blond hair pulled back into a ponytail. She stands on the porch with a sexy little smile on her face, wondering what’s about to happen. 

Kit was feeling a little nervous. He wasn’t sure his black graphic tee and boot cut jeans were the best choices. He debated quickly changing, but a loud insistent knocking changed his mind. 

He opened the door and let he froze when he saw her. She was gorgeous and unmistakably very active and fit. “Dakota?” He asked.

Dakota smiled at the awkward young man. “That’s my name, and you must be Kit?” she asks as she walks in closing the door behind her. 

“My full name is Kitsune Cartaii.” He said standing ramrod straight, showing true pride in his name. 

“May I call you Kit?” She asked dropping a bag on the floor, “or do you prefer Kitsune?” she asked. 

“Go ahead. Most people call me Kit anyway,” he tells her. 

“Sorry about my appearance. My spin class went a bit too long, and I didn’t have time to shower… or change. Maybe later we can shower together.” she suggests with a wink. 

Kit froze in shock at her suggestion. He had never showered with anyone, and his pants started to get tight in the crotch. “If…if you…you need to…to ch..ch..change, you can use…use my ro..oom.” he made fists with his hands working up some courage, “But only if…if I…I can watch” he said, the stutter he overcame back in middle school, rearing it’s ugly head as he fought to control it. 

As they walked through the apartment, Dakota said “Wow your place is a mess. I need to get started, don’t I?” looking directly into Kitsunes’ eyes.

“I…I don…don’t clean mu…much.” He told her. DDD…do ya…you…waa…waa…want to sha…sha…shower first? He asked.

“Oh def after, when I’m nice and sweaty. It’s always better to get sweaty and dirty before you get clean,” she says giggling. The expression on her face changes, “Kit, relax. I’m just a regular girl.” She says putting her hand on his arm. “Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and relax,” she tells him.

Kit closes his eyes and starts to inhale deeply as his nose is filled with a sexy earthy, lemony scent as a pair of soft lips press against his. Kit freezes as Dakota kiss him sweetly but with a touch of passion. Kit puts his hands on her upper arms and doesn’t move for fear she will stop kissing him.

After a few minutes, her lips leave his and Kit blinks several times, unsure what to do or say.

“Now that we got that out of the way, you should be a little more relaxed, and calm,” Dakota tells him her hand resting on his forearm. 

Kit stood there trying to capture her scent again, as he looked at her. Dakota dropped her hand and said, “Well Kit here goes nothing…,” as she pulls off her sports bra revealing her firm perky breasts with small pancake sized pink areola and slightly larger than a pencil eraser nipples that stood out about an inch when erect. She threw her bra at Kit and began to sway her hips, as she started sliding her almost form-fitting pants down her legs. Kit took the bra and inhaled her scent before setting it down to watch her lithe body sway to music only she could hear.. 

Kit licked his lips and stared mesmerized as her mons was exposed to Kits hungry gaze. Kit was grateful she was a natural blond with a narrow landing strip of pubic hair. She continued sliding the pants down, exposing he cute little slit. Kit watched intently as she slides the pants off her long supple dancer’s legs, and dropped them. She struck the red carpet pose and asked “Do I meet with your approval?” as she stood there for a moment, and then turned to show off her round meaty ass. 

Kit finally found his voice and said “wow, you are so hot,” he says as he swatted her firmly on the left cheek.

Dakota jumped in surprise and anger. “Hey, none of that!” Dakota said sharply. “I know my profile says no discipline. Try anything like that again, I will leave immediately and blacklist you. Touching is okay, hitting is not. Understand?”. She asks glaring at him.

Kit stepped back in shock and fear at the anger in her face and the tone of her voice frightened him a little. “I’mmm…So.sss…sorr…sorry,” he said glancing at the floor with a sad look on his face. Kit didn’t look back up at the woman. He felt stupid. He had known what the file said. He couldn’t forget he just acted on impulse and he shouldn’t have.

Dakota’s face softened as she saw the fear, and remorse on his face. She let go of her anger and stepped closer to him. Not quite touching but close enough to feel each other’s body heat.the heat radiating from his body. “Apology accepted.” as she made a fist and used it to force Kits head up until their eyes met. She paused for a moment and leaned forward to kiss him again. 

It only lasted a few seconds before she broke away. Looking at him, she realized something about the shy awkward guy standing in front of her. “Are… Are you a virgin Kit?” she asked not unkindly.

Kit, shrugged as his face turned red. Not entirely, I’ve done some things, but not that.” he tells her quietly.

Dakota took his hand and lead him to the unmade bed. “Sit down,” she commands him as she sits down patting the bed right beside her. Kit sat down and Dakota took his hand and held it against her breast. “Kit, you paid for this time, and I will do anything you want. I need you to be sure you want to pay someone to pop your cherry. You are a handsome young man, and deserve someone special, someone you love, someone you connect with emotionally, not some random sex worker you paid after seeing one pic and reading a couple of sentences. I got more info on my dog when I adopted him than you got to pick me.”

“I never met a girl who liked me enough to date me,” he says looking straight ahead. I was always the Snape to their Lilly. I never knew how to act around people, and… his voice fades

Dakota leans against him. “I wasn’t popular in high school. I looked like Candace from Phineas and Ferb, but not as pretty. I crushed on cute boys and was ignored. Even the regular Joes made fun of me. I was asked on exactly three dates in high school. Two were in the chess club, and the other was special needs who asked out every girl in school. The chess geeks were hoping for some geek love from the geek girl. When I refused, they told everyone that I let them tag team me under the bleachers during homecoming. After that, all the guys, including some teachers tried to get me alone. It sucked.” 

Pausing for a moment to control the tears filling her eyes at the painful memory, she put her hand on Kit’s thigh. “I blossomed the summer after graduation. My tits went from cherries to honeydews in like a week, my body took on some curves, and suddenly everyone wanted to be my

friend. It was about a year before I was confident enough to start making friends. Most days I still feel like the unpopular geek girl I used to be.” 

She leans closer to him, “If you want me to be your first, I would be honored. I’ll do everything I can to make it as special as it should be, but it won’t be what it could and should be with someone you love.” Dakota tells him. 

Kit sat there with her and thought silently about what she said. “I understand what you’re saying, but I won’t ever have a shot with someone as beautiful as you. Besides, once we’re done, we won’t be running into each other at friends parties, or the mall. You won’t care about who I’m with or what I do.” Kit said looking at her nude body, feeling her naked thigh pressed against his pants. “I want you,” he said squeezing her thigh, and his other hand reached for her hard nipple.

“Well Kit, I guess it’s up to me to show you what you’ve been missing.” Dakota slides down onto her knees. She expertly opened his pants slide her hand inside and found his erect cock. She pulled it out of his pants, and she licks her lips and takes the head into her mouth, licking it all over with her moist pink tongue. 

Kit lifted his ass and pushed his pants down to his ankles. Dakota starts to fondle Kit’s balls, as her eyes bore into Kit’s as she slowly takes more of his rapidly swelling cock into her mouth.

Kit had never felt anything like the warm, wet and eager mouth working over his cock. He let out a deep moan, forcing himself to stare into her eyes as his cock swelled even more in her mouth. He was surprised when he felt the familiar tingle o fan impending orgasm. “Shit… ” he groaned in ecstasy.

Dakota watched Kit closely, as she took his entire length into her mouth. She began to start rolling her R’s as she learned in High School Spanish, trying to get Kits first nut out of the way, so he can enjoy what’s to cum.

“I’m about to cum…” Kit groans, his eyes clenched shut, his midsection heaving twice before he explodes inside Dakotas mouth. For his first time, the load was massive and thick like cream, coming in long spurts that filled her mouth.

Dakota drinks every drop of cum she can swallow, but there was too much even for a fellatrix of her skill. Some escaped her lips and ran down her chin, where it formed a droplet that grew larger and larger until it weighed too much and lost adhesion. It fell from her chin and landed right on her erect nipple. 

Dakota continued sucking Kit until she drained every last drop of cum from his balls. When he started to get soft, she released his cock from her mouth with a resounding pop. Using her fingers, she began to scoop up the remaining cum splatters, on her face and tits, licking and sucking on her fingers until it was all gone. “Yummy!” she says smiling at him, as she got onto her feet. “Can I have a drink please?” she asks

as she raised her arms above her head and stood on her tiptoes stretching her long lean lithe naked body.

Kit had a stupid grin on his face. He couldn’t believe that he got his first blow job or how wonderful it felt. He suddenly realized that Dakota had spoken. “huh? What was that? Drink? oh! Of course! What would you like?” He asked as he pulled his pants on, heading to the kitchen. 

“Hey would you mind straightening up the living room, I’ll fix us some lunch while you do that.” It felt weird to ask the girl that had his dick in her mouth just a moment ago to clean, but he wanted to keep her in his line of sight. 

“I can do that,” Dakota said as she followed Kit back to the living room. 

“Sure darlin’ just make sure and bring me a sammich.” She replied in jest. “I would love some kind of fruit juice if you have any if not waters fine.” 

She stood at the entrance of the living room, looking around trying to figure out what to do first. Shrugging she thought to herself right here is as good a place as any. She started by going through the piles of paper on the coffee table. She put each one in one of three piles, stuff to keep, trash and one for things Kit would have to look through. The third stack was by far the largest. she paused and called out “How’s my sammich coming?”

Kit entered the living room carrying two trays laden with food. There were two different smoothies, a dagwood, packed with aged meats, exotic cheeses, and organic vegetables. He put them down on the coffee table, now that the Mount Everest of junk mail had been dealt with. 

“I hope you like your sammich,” he says smiling. I think the grape mango smoothie compliments the aged beef and the artisanal cheese adds that finishing pop.” Kit says smiling. 

“Damn dude, I was hoping for something a step above a PB&J, and you go all Gordon Ramsey on me. I’m impressed.” as she picks up the grape smoothie and tentatively licks some from the top. “That is good,” she says as she uses both hands to pick up the massive sammich. She stretches her mouth as wide as possible to get it in her mouth, she failed. It was the first time she found an object she couldn’t wrap her lips around.

Dakota cocks her head and puts the sammich at an angle and takes as big a bite as she could. Her eyes roll back into her head, as the flavors explode onto her tongue. “You have to tell me what’s in this. It’s the best thing I’ve had in my mouth that wasn’t attached to a man,” she says

holding a hand in front of her mouth. As she talks and chews at the same time. 

Dakota takes another small bite, savoring the delicate balance of the flavors. As she chews, she walks over to a small shelf containing a huge collection of DVDs.

There’s a stack of loose DVD’s, and a bunch of boxes haphazardly piled on the floor. Dakota gathers up all the cases and discs and sits on the floor in the lotus position, knowing from experience that guys love the way this position leaves her pussy exposed and slightly spread. 

The movies were mostly the usual single guy action-adventure and war flicks. But mixed in there were a few pornos. Not unexpected, but the titles surprised me. “Are you really into this stuff?” I ask him holding up one of the more unusual titles.

Kit watched her examine the DVD with a casual interest, slowly eating his sandwich. “Ahhh… Texas Dildo Masquerade” He smirked and shook his head, chuckling at the parody porno DVD. “No. I hate porn, It was a gag gift from a buddy at a Christmas party. I prefer to participate then to spectate.”

Kit moved over to sit next to her and began to help her sort the DVD’s trying to remember what else he had in that pile. When he saw one of the titles, his eyebrows shot up in surprise “I didn’t know I had this.” showing her This Ain’t Ghostbuster I turned over the unopened box curious about it.

“It seems a shame to spend your hard-earned money on something and not enjoy it. Especially with a friend,” Dakota says taking the DVD from him and getting it out of the case. 

While she pulls the plastic off the case, Kit says, ”I work for a major computer software firm. I earn a nice income, and I live simply.

“Not the point. Why buy something if you never get to enjoy it. Would you buy a vacation home and never use it?” Dakota asks as she sits on the couch, “Are you going to join me?” she asks as she points the remote at the box to start the movie. As the opening scene starts, she takes a bite of her sammich. 

Kit shrugs, “I can afford to waste money.” he tells her as the film opens with a visual of a woman fingering herself. “Well that’s boring,” he says putting an arm around Dakota, as the woman moans for the cameras. “Her passion is only slightly less fake than her tits” Kit says as his other hand starts to rub Dakota’s thighs. He lets his fingers glide over her soft-toned skin until he brushes against her pussy and casually rubbing it, trying to act like it was a common occurrence.

“Shit, that feels good!”, She says, as his fingers start rubbing Dakota’s slit. “If you make so much money, why the fuck isn’t some gold-digging slut here with you, instead of me?” She asks spreading her legs a bit wider so Kit could have full access to her.

“Two bachelors are sitting at the bar of a country club. One points to an old guy sitting by himself. He got married last year and his wife made him a millionaire, he told his buddy. The second guy says how did she do that? The first guy responds, when they got married he was a billionaire.” Kit tells her. “I don’t want to marry some woman putting me in the poor house because she loves spending money, not me.” He says matching his motions to the actress on the screen. He slowly pushes his finger in her surprised how wet she is already. “Having fun?” he asks with a wry smile.

“ummmmnnnnnnnnnn” she moans, pushing her hips into his hands as she takes the last bite of her sammich, not believing she could finish something that huge. 

After she finishes the last bite, she says, “Who the fuck said marry one? Bang her till you get tired of her attitude or pussy, then give her the boot and find another one. Shit, you could have a different 20-year-old in your bed every night for the rest of your life, for the price of a nice dinner and drinks.” 

“Isn’t that kinda what I’m doing now?” he asks “Not to be rude, but I’m going to bang you till I get bored, then send you on your way. All for the price of a nice dinner and drinks.” He looks into her eyes as he slowly caresses her wet pink folds with his finger. His cock has fully recovered and is ready to go again. He looks down at it and grins as he slips a second finger into her willing hole. “Mind if I put something a bit bigger in there?”

She chuckles at his impeccable logic. “I’m probably cheaper than one of those bitches too,” she says. “But, no one has ever gotten bored of me.” She said as she twisted her body until she’s prone on the couch, waiting for his virgin cock to enter her. “You better stick something in here soon, mister,

or I’m getting a cucumber from your fridge,” she says winking at him.

“Yes Ma’am!” he replies, jumping up and saluting. He grabs her hips and gently lays down over her, and lines his cock up with her slit. “Good Lord.” he groans as he feels her pussy muscles guide him into her body. 

Dakota grabs his face and pulls him to her, kissing him passionately. Her legs wrap around him and pull him deeper into her throbbing cunt. “Ohhh Kit.” she moans “feels so good.” as she holds him inside her, getting used to the feeling of his dick inside her. She starts to use the muscles in her pussy to massage his cock as her tongue explores his mouth.

She ends the kiss, gasping for some much-needed air. “Fuck me Kit, fill my tight pussy with your cum,” she demands as she lowers her legs allowing him to start pumping his cock into her pussy.

Kit nods obediently and starts slowly pumping his cock into her. “This feels so fucking good.” he moans. “I may want you here regularly.” he gasps not believing how wonderful making love could be. He starts to pump his dick into her cunt harder and faster and his hands start to play with her breasts.

“Fuck me Kit, fuck me good and hard! Ram your cock into my dripping cunt.” she pants as she feels his cock forcing its way deep into her, and slide back out.

“Fuck me, Kit. Ram your cock in me make me cum on your big fat dick!” she keeps encouraging her inexperienced but enthusiastic lover. He begins sliding his cock into her. She bites her lip and looks him in the eyes. She gives him her biggest and brightest smile to let him know that she’s enjoying their time together. She feels the beginnings of her orgasm, which is very rare when she’s with a client. “Fill my cunt with your cum Kit.” she moans as his dick rubs her g spot.

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Kit moans loudly grasping her hips, using the added leverage to fuck her even harder. “You’re amazing!” he moans in ecstasy.

“Pop your cherry Kit! Fill my belly with your hot cum!” she demands as she starts flinging her hips into his, their pelvises slapping together salaciously as their bodies slam together making obscene slapping sounds. 

The force of their fucking, makes the couch groan in protest. Kits balls started slapping Dakotas ass every time his cock plunged into her cunt. Her pussy was squishing every time he entered her. “Kit you’re gonna make me cum… fuck Kit make me cum on your cock…” Dakota gasped in pleasure.

Their bodies slammed into each other as they fucked hard. He was overwhelmed with an intense pleasure beyond belief. He could feel the cum starting to flow from his balls, and soon he would be blasting his man cream into her. He grabbed her breasts hard and used them as leverage to fuck faster. “I’M… GOING TO… CUM!!” he cries out as he delivers one last massive thrust burying his cock deeply into Dakota. 

“YES, KIT! DO IT! FILL MY CUNT WITH

YOUR CUM…” She bellows as she feels his cock start to swell just before he explodes in her. “USE THAT HOSE TO QUENCH MY PUSSY FIRE!” she cries out as her hips grind on his pubic bone trying to reach her orgasm before he cums. “I’m gonna cum on your cock Kit. Make me cream all over you. Yes, Kit yes ahhhhhh YES… FUCK… YES… GGGGGGAAAAARRRRRRRRR!” she screams as her orgasm takes over her senses.

Dakota used her powerful inner muscles to milk Kit as he cried out “Fuck! I’m COMING!!” He grabbed her body firmly and held her down as his dick blasted his first-ever cum into a pussy. 

He felt like he was spraying his seed directly into her womb, moaning louder as her pussy milked every last drop from his cock. “Fuck Yeah! Milk my cock!” He moaned “Milk every last drop into your tight body.” Pumping his cock a little bit more, pushing his cum deeper into her body. There was so much that it began to squeeze out of her hole around his still hard cock. 

Dakota reached up and pulled him to her, kissing him harder and with more passion than Kit had ever felt before. Her legs locked around him, holding him inside her body. Their tongues explored each other’s mouths and her body began to convulse in another orgasm. Her back arched and my hips bucked draining the last droplets of his cum. She collapsed breathing heavy and dumped the remainder of her smoothie onto her tits and stomach to try and cool down. 

Kit watched the thick cool liquid splash onto her heaving breasts and smooth belly, with his cock still buried to the hilt in her wonderful pussy. He immediately leaned down and started to lick the purple fluid from her hot sweaty skin, savoring the sweet-salty flavor of her smoothy covered flesh. He started at her belly and slowly and tenderly worked his way up her body, to her perky mounds. He licked around the base of each breast then worked his way up like a mountain climber. When he reached the peaks he spent a lot of time enjoying the nipples switching from one to the other and back. 

“Oh Kit that feels so good.” she moans while his lips and tongue explored her. She could feel his cock starting to get soft in her tight little pussy. Her hand caresses his head as he continues to suckles on her purple grape flavored nipples. When she was able to recover her breath, she pushes him off her nipples because they were getting too sensitive. Looking him in the eye, her arms loosely draped over his neck, she asked, “So Kit was that everything you expected your first time to be?” she asked worried she had disappointed him in some way. 

Kit had a goofy smile on his face, his eyes met hers and he kissed her before saying, “It was everything I hoped, and better than I ever imagined.”

“I enjoyed it too. I’ve never cum with a client before, at least not a real one. You’re a great lover, Kit. You’ll make some lucky woman very happy one day.”

Kit smiled in pride, and said, “I hope to give you more, a lot more.” 

He got off the couch making Dakota groan as she felt him slide out of her. Kit took her legs in his hands and positioned them so she was lying flat.

“Please don’t move,” he says, his eyes pleading with her to let him have his way. Dakota smiled and her eyes were shining in curiosity, wondering what he had planned for her. 

Kit began to deconstruct the remainder of his sandwich, placing each slice of meat, each piece of cheese, every vegetable strategically on her body. Her breasts and pussy were covered as was her belly button, hips and thighs, and lips. Once Kit had spread the food on her, Kit got down on his knees and began to eat the food off of her body. He made sure his lips and tongue caressed every part of her skin especially the areas that weren’t covered with food. When he got to her breasts, he spent extra time licking up the saffron aioli he had spread over them. 

“I always wanted to be a nyotaimori. I even went through some training, but the event organizers always hire the Japanese girls, never us Gaijin. I love being naked. Any time I can be, I am.”

Kit takes her hand and says, “Maybe I can make that happen for you one day.” and kisses it. Looking deep into her eyes. “I think you would be the perfect candidate for being a naked sushi buffet.

Dakota shudders at the thought of being covered in sushi while naked and having a large group of men eating off her body, slowly revealing her to their lust-filled gaze. “Speaking of perfect… you used two of my three holes. Are you ready to hit the trifecta, or do you need a bit more time to recover?” Looking at his cock she can see it’s already growing hard. 

“A nice hard pounding in your tightest hole?” Kit asked grinning. “Can we do it as if we were animals?” He asks curiously as he stands up and stretches showing off his young toned body and his impressive cock. “I’m going to fuck your ass as hard as I can until I fill your bowels with cum,” he says grasping his cock and pointing it at her face.

“Slow down a minute lover. Before you go slamming your dick into my ass, that monster needs a shitload of lube. You got any we can use?” She asks not wanting to imagine what would happen if he fucked her ass like he did her pussy without something greasing the way. 

Kit sighed and looked around racking his brains for anything he could use, “Sorry, I don’t have anything…” He said dejectedly.

Sitting up, Dakota began to lightly stroke his cock making it grow. She thought for a moment, not wanting to disappoint Kit she said, “Well if you go get my gym bag, I just might have something we can use.”

Kit struggles between the hand-job he’s getting and the thought of fucking her cute round ass. He reluctantly steps away from her and hurries to get her bag from the foyer where she dropped it.

He runs back to her presenting it to her like a knight who completed a quest and was presenting a prize to his queen. After he hands her the bag, he sinks into the soft couch cushions feeling a wet spot under his ass. His dick jumped when he realized it was Dakotas cream that had soaked into the cushion when they fucked. He closes his eyes to savor the feel of her warm sticky cream on his naked ass. 

Kit watches as Dakota unzip the bag. She pulls out a small reddish-brown container with a pump. She pumps it several times catching the cream in her hand. He watches as she reaches for his cock, and jumps as the cold cream is spread along his dick. 

Kit shivers in delight and quietly moans and bites his lip. He closes his eyes as she liberally coats him with the lotion, “What is that?” he asks softly enjoying the hot and cold of her hand applying the lotion.

“It’s my favorite skin cream. My skin doesn’t stay this soft, supple, and flawless without some help. It should work as a lube.” she tells him tickling the bottom of his balls. “It’s your turn to get me ready,” she says standing up and bending at the waist in front of him, and spreading her cheeks apart exposing her rosebud to his gaze. 

Kit nods and opens his eyes. He picks up the lube his

eyes fixated on the small hole. He lightly kisses each globe, and Kit carefully coated his middle finger with the cream. He places it against her rectum and gently pushes it inside the amazingly tight hole. 

He began to doubt he would get his cock past the ring of muscle, it was that tight. Gently he began to pull his finger out and push it back in. Moving his finger slowly, he adds more of the cream, to make sure Dakota is well lubed. 

He feels her hole loosen up some, and he adds another finger, spreading her a little trying to loosen her up. He starts to finger her faster, shocked by how quickly the muscle loosens up and smiles when he realizes he would fit inside.

She moans as his fingers drive into her. “Your dick is gonna feel so good.” she moans as she starts to massage her erect clit while he fingers her.

“I think You’re almost ready!” he says grinning and pinching her nipple softly. He wriggles his fingers around as he squeezes her breast.

“You have no idea how ready I am. God Kit, I can’t wait to feel your big hot dick in my ass,” She spreads her legs even wider, and puts her hands on the coffee table, as she looks at him between her legs. looks back at him, “Get that huge dick in my puckered little asshole, and fuck me like the whore I am.” She says. 

Kit grins and gets into position. He grabs her hips and starts to rub his cock up and down her ass crack, teasing her a little. Then he aims right at her bullseye and puts his head against it. His cock is harder than he ever knew it could be, and he has to struggle a little to push past the muscle. The lube did its job and the head of his shaft pops right in with only a little effort. 

He starts to slowly pump into her, going a little deeper each time. He holds her hips for balance as he keeps going deeper and deeper into her bowels. “You like this?” he asks breathlessly.

She arches her back to let him get deeper into her asshole. “It’s wonderful Kit,” she sighs rocking her hips back to meet each of his thrusts. “Harder and faster Kit pound my ass like a drum.”

Kit chuckled at the mental image he got from those words, as he started to pump harder, pounding into her, driving himself as hard as he could, over and over. He moans and bites his lip, pumping into her like she were a sexbot, gripping her ass cheeks as tightly as he possibly could. They both knew that his handprints would be visible on her for a few days. “Fuck Yeah!” he cries out “I’m going to fucking pound your ass!”

“FUCK YES… FUCK YES… FUCK YES…” she chants as his cock slams into her ass. Each time his dick rams in, Dakota is lifted off her feet for a second. She starts to thrust back meeting him stroke for stroke. Sweat is running down her back, and dripping from her nipples. Her hands are resting on the coffee table to help keep her balance. Her breath is getting ragged, it’s hard for her

to keep talking, so grunts and moans of pleasure start to fill the air, every time his cock is buried in her bowels.

“Oh my… fuck… your so tight…” he groans as he pounds her harder, our bodies making loud slapping sounds as his stomach slaps against her toned globes around her tight sweet hole. We’re both reduced to loud moans, our higher brain functions short-circuited by the overload of pleasure we were giving each other. 

Dakota was so lost in pleasure that she rocked back a bit too far, and she feels herself falling, Kit following her down. He lands on his ass, and she lands on his lap Kit’s dick still buried in her ass. 

Without slowing down, Dakota gets her legs on the floor and starts to ride the wonderful dick, like a cowboy riding a bull still chanting “FUCK YES… FUCK YES…” 

Kit groans and warns her, “Shit… I’m going to cum if you keep riding me like that.”

Dakota keeps sliding on his cock, desperately wanting him to fill her with his hot cum. She’s bouncing on his dick like a trampoline, squeezing his cock as tight as she can with her little asshole.

Kit cries out in extasy as he keeps pumping into her, as he releases massive streams of cum deep into her bowels.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA… HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH… HHHHHHHHHHHH!” She screams as his white-hot cum blasts into her intestines. She squeezes her muscles milking every last drop out of him. When his cock stops spasming and filling her with cum, Dakota gently slides off his rapidly shrinking cock. Turning around, she kisses Kit deeply and passionately. She lays her head on his chest and watches his cock as it returns to its natural flaccid state.

Kit moans and holds her tightly as she milks his cock, unable to do anything except lay on the floor and hold her tight. “Once we recover, I think I’m sweaty enough for that shower,” Dakota says contentedly, her naked body pressed against him.

It takes a moment for the words to penetrate Kit’s brain as he basks in the afterglow of multiple orgasms in less than two hours. When he realizes she spoke to him he processes what she said, and replies “Me too,” as he lightly caresses her side with his arm.

Dakota lays there with her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. She sighs contentedly, fighting off sleep, so she can shower first. When she has recovered somewhat from the athletic ass fuck, she forces herself to disentangle her limbs from Kit and stands up. “so how about that shower?”

“Yes ma’am,” he replies standing up and wordlessly scooping Dakota up into his arms. “But since you are my guest, allow me to take care of you properly. After all, you took care of me.” He held her close to his body as he gently carried her through the house. Kit never wanted this moment to end.

Dakota put her arms around his neck and nibbled on his ear as he carried her through the house. She felt protected and desired, two things she had never truly experienced before with anyone. She felt the need to kiss him and she did, her tongue invading his mouth, trying to find his tonsils. When he crashed into a wall, she realized that kissing him right now was a bad idea, so instead, she rested her head on his shoulder as they entered the bathroom.

Kit eased her into an empty garden tub in the master bathroom and turned on the water. Then he joined her in the tub, and kissed her hand, the easily lifted her and slide under her and lowered her onto his lap. She lay back against him and closed her eyes letting the warm water relax her muscles. 

Kit started to rub her shoulders, making Dakota moan as she leaned forward a bit letting him rub her upper back. As he hands stroked her naked wet skin, he asked, “K…Ca…Can we fa…fa…fool around more?”‘ he asked not wanting her to leave.

“Already? Damn boy you keep pummeling me with that cock like this, I’m gonna have to call for backup,” she says only partially in jest. 

“No, not now. I meant later,” he says hurriedly. 

“I know what you meant. And to answer your question. Of course, we can. As much as you want.” Dakota’s emotions were confusing her. Kit was far from her first client, and she had a lot of boyfriends since she started college, but none of them, client or boyfriend, had ever made her feel like she did when Kit was holding her. The sex was amazing, quite possibly the best she’d ever had, but there was something else. She felt like a schoolgirl, hoping her crush would ask her to the prom. “Stop, you’re being silly,” she told herself, as he pulled her onto his lap, his dick rubbing her pussy lips. 

When she felt the head of his cock separate her lips and start to slide inside me, she closed her eyes to savor the wonderful but strange feelings Kit caused in her. “I love you,” she said in a whisper, surprising herself. She didn’t know why she said it, she hadn’t planned on saying it, but as soon as the words escaped her lips, she knew it was true.

Does she love me? She loves me! Kit thought. As soon as he heard the words, he knew it was true. A small part of him was afraid that this was a trick to get him to her or hire her again. The way she said it, quietly, almost as if the words took her by surprise, he knew it was true. His heart leapt with joy, as his cock slipped inside her, he was thinking, A beautiful girl just said she loved me. 

He stared at her, “Would… uh… would you want to… I don’t know… live with me? visit me regularly? Dates me?” Kit wasn’t going to let her leave without showing her how much he was in love with her. 

“Yes, yes oh God yes,” she called out as answers to his questions. She couldn’t talk anymore, she could barely breathe as his magnificent cock filled her. 

The merger of their genitals foraged them into one. Dakota never wanted this moment to end. Kit began thrusting as the warm bath water continued to rise, over their bodies. Her tits were bobbing in the water, as she rode the best cock she ever had. 

Kit rocked his hips, and she ground her clit on his pubic bone, causing her to let out cute little squeaks of pleasure. As Kit erupted inside her, she turned her head and kissed her lover.

Kit couldn’t believe how much better it was after their profession of love. He thought his first three orgasms would never be beaten, but this one topped them all combined. HE realized the first three was fucking, this, this was making love. Pure and simple. They were no longer random strangers who shared fluids after rubbing sensitive body parts together. They were lovers. Life is weird, Kit thought. He was in love and fucking a girl he barely knew, only having met her 3 hours ago. But he knew their love was real.

Once they were finished, they contentedly sat in the tub, letting the warm water soothe them, not saying a word. Eventually Kit worked up the nerve to ask “So… you will come and live with me?” 

“We can discuss our future later.” She told this man who was her client? Lover? Boyfriend? Roommate? None of those words seemed right to her. They were so limiting. “Let’s just relax and enjoy

whatever this is.”

“At least let me clean you up?” he said grabbing a loofah and putting body wash on it. He started to wash her chest, going as far down her legs as he could reach and up to her neck, enjoying running his hands on her naked wet soapy flesh. Then he grabbed a bottle of shampoo and poured a small amount in his hands and began to give Dakota a scalp massage, running his fingers through her short blonde hair. 

Dakota closed her eyes and relaxed against Kit as she enjoyed his hands rubbing as much of her as he could reach. My man is cleaning me, she thought, my man? Yes, my man. Dakota liked the sound of that, Dakota thought as he began to massage her head, while he thoroughly washed her hair. Somehow it was even more intimate than the sex they’d shared. Their first act as a couple and it was wonderful.

“We do have one big problem Kit,” she says seriously. 

Kit stopped what he was doing and looked around to see what it might be. “What problem?” he asked nervously. 

“We can’t tell our children about how we met,” she says sleepily a smile flitting across her face. 

Kit laughed and went back to massaging her head as she sighed contentedly, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Kit realized that she had fallen asleep, so he carefully finished washing her hair, and then scooped up water in his hands and poured it on her head to rinse the shampoo off. Once he finished, Kit cautiously slipped out from under her and climbed out of the tub. He looked down at his sleeping beauty, amazed at how such a beautiful and sweet girl could fall in love with him. 

He dried himself and picked her up from the water. He somehow managed to wrap a towel around her and carried her down the hall to his bedroom, putting her down on his bed. He rubbed her down with the towel to dry her off, and gently slipped one of his tee shirts over her nude sleeping form. He pulled on a pair of shorts, and climbed in bed next to her, and pulled the sheets over them. He slipped an arm under the pillow her head was on and pulling her close to him so their bodies were spooning. He let his hand rest his hand on her taut belly and started to drift off to sleep. As his eyes fluttered closed, he heard Dakota say “Yes I’ll live with you for the rest of our lives.”

The Martha’s vineyard chronicles

 The Martha’s vineyard chronicles 

It’s early morning and Anora can feel the cool morning breeze blow over her sexy witch body the cool air makes Anora nibbles hard she spreads her knees apart to let the cool air move across her clit Anora’s clit becomes stiff and hardens making Anora moan just a little cum escapes her pussy and falls to the ground. Anora touches her harden clit sending her into a body-shaking orgasm Anora’s ass cheeks tightens as she squirts cum all over the place, placing her fingers inside of her now soaked cunt Anora screams as she fuck herself hard with her cum soaked finger just as Anora was about to plunge her fingers back into her cum dripping pussy Miraj Vic kneeled down between Anora’s legs with the cool morning air moving over them both causing them to shiver Miraj Vic gives Anora shivers of his own running his tongue slowly across Anora’s clit she cries out for Miraj Vic not to stop cupping both breast in his hands Miraj Vic pinch down on Anora nipples so softly as he worked her pussy over with his cool saliva soaked tongue Anora didn’t want this to stop so she wrapped her legs around Miraj Vic’s neck holding him in the position for a while. Now the rain began to fall slightly on their nude bodies the cool raindrops sends Anora over the edge making her orgasm all in Miraj Vic’s mouth with Anora’s breathing now so heavy she begs Miraj not to stop arching her back Anora screams as loud as she could as five back to back squirting orgasms hit Anora’s body really hard and slow and very powerful with Anora’s body now growing weaker by the second MirajVic knew it was time to finish her, placing his massive dick inside Anora’s tight creamy cum hole she weeps like a little child from the deep penetration of Miraj Vic’s cock ripping threw her flesh the way that it had. Rubbing Anora’s back and whispering in her ear MirajVic tells Anora would you like me to pull out? No! Anora said as tears fell to the ground Miraj Vic cupped Anora’s ass lifting her up of the spring sofa and into the air stroking her deeply as he did so. Anora’s body shakes so hard it makes Miraj penetrate her deeper O Lord Anora said in a sexy voice your dick is so fucking good in my little pussy. Lifting Anora off his dick and sliding her back on it deeper caused more creamy wet cum to ooze from Anora rain-soaked pussy Anora’s wetness was enough to bring any man to his knees but Miraj Vic wasn’t just any man Anora was getting manhandled by. Miraj Vic speeds up his Stroke slamming Anora down onto his hard cock Anora screams your inside me so deep my love Anora tell Miraj Vic d don’t s stop I’m about to erupt into the most powerful orgasm yet Anora tell Miraj Vic. With Miraj Vic weekend knees he walked over to a nearby tree placing Anora back against the tree Miraj Vic whispers a spell to the tree causing it to grow four new branches on it two for himself and two Anora whispering to the vines Miraj Vic tells them to the Anora’s leg where her hands are leaving her vulnerable to double penetration ordering the vines to create huge long penis that would add Miraj Vic in giving Anora the best nonstop orgasm that it could give creating the huge penis out of vines and covering it in human skin made it look lifelike penetrating Anora at the same time made scream so loud a nearby camping family the Carters husband and wife ran into the woods to see what was going on following the screams lead them to Anora and Miraj Vic fucking. As the rain came down harder now Miraj Vic the Lord of the warlocks knew he had to bust his nut and get Anora inside as Anora screamed and shook from the powerful stride of the too huge cocks entering her at the same time Anora tears are falling faster now with every stroke of the two huge cocks destroying her tight pussy Mrs.Carter could not believe what she was seeing in the woods that morning O my god she thought that’s one huge cock that that thing has how come you never fuck me in that way Mrs.Carter asked her husband Mr.Carter maybe if you wash your pussy every day I would Mr. Carter said calling the sheriff from his cell phone keeping his voice low Mr. Carter told the sheriff just what the hell he was seeing out in the woods on this early morning. Mrs.Carter now feels wet from seeing the strange creatures fucking the way they were Mr. Carter now on the phone with the sheriff you better get the hell down here now. At that point, Miraj Vic was about to bust one hell of a nut when another creature appeared out of the wood and she was so fucking sexy since you love to fuck other females the creature said angerly as she created the most deadly spider spell and placed it on Miraj Vic’s body without him knowing it. The spider bit MirajVic Right on his dick injecting so much killer venous poison into his body that as he was cumming deep inside Anora the poison entered her body as well rotting out her womb slowly over time Anora will never be able to have kids of her own but she does not know it yet. The creature name that stepped out of the woods was Larissa Russell and she was carrying Miraj Vic’s child inside of her womb I see you have no respect for me Miraj Vic Larissa said so for your sex acts against the queen of the vampires this bitch will never have kids of her own who are you any way bitch speak now before I kill you slutty ass the queen said I am Anora Queen of the witches and you don’t want to mix it up with me bitch O I don’t have to take a look at your stomach Larissa said looking down at her stomach Anora noticed deep black poison running threw her body what have you done to me bitch falling to the ground in pain Anora  passed out from the pain. Please please, Larissa I will do anything if you would just remove the poison from Anora’s body why didn’t you tell me you were with child Miraj Vic said. I was waiting for you to ask me to marry you she said but i see you have another in mind to create a family with so since you love these humans so much let’s see you protect them from me and my hordes of vampires to come starting with those two over there in the woods raising her hands Larissa brings the Carters out of the wood lets see who you love more baby me or these blood bags I’m going to give you till the count of three to pick who side your on this bitch Anora’s or humanity one,….two …..ok I pick Anora what!! Larissa said now you have pick who you want but this world will suffer at my hands and the humans have you to think for that. Ripping into Mr. and Mrs. Carter necks tearing out their throats and dropping there bodies at Miraj Vic’s feet and vanishing into thin air. At this time the police arrive at the the spot where the Carters told them they would be, stop right there a voice said. Raising his hands to the sky Miraj Vic called down a great firestorm that killed everyone it touched picking up Anora’s body from the ground Miraj Vic disappeared and was gone. Other officers arrived on the scene could not believe what they saw what the hell is going on out here not knowing they were in for the fight of their lives now.                                                            TO BE CONTINUED IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO READ MORE OF THIS PLEASE LET ME KNOW BY POSTING A COMMENT ON MY BLOG SITE THANK YOU FOR READING MORE TO COME SOON LEAVE ME A COMMENT ON WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT THIS STORY PLEASE LEAVE A LIKE IF YOU WANT TO READ MORE OF THIS SHORT STORY.

My Mom’s hot friend

Introduction:

Hi my name is Johnathan, I am 19 years old, 6’4 with an athletic build and this is a story about how one average friday night turned into one of the best nights of my life. Before this amazing night I was a virgin, but by the end of it I had learned so much more than I could have ever asked for.It had been an average week for me, school, homework and video games, but it was finally Friday and tonight I had to dog sit for one of my mom’s friends. I was getting paid $30 just to hang out and take care of her new dog. I said yes as soon as she asked because it was easy money and I have a huge crush on my mom’s friend. Her name is Linda, I don’t know much about her excepted that she got divorced a few years ago, and she has a kid. Also she is around 5’8 with juicy D cup breasts and a nice round ass. She has brownish hair with streaks of blond and I’ve wanted to fuck her since the first time I met her.

I got dropped off by my mom at around 6:30, Linda gave me the run down for the night. There was tons of snacks, a PS3 and a laptop to entertain myself with while I watched her dog. Afer she left I chilled out for a bit then decided to take a shower. On my way to the bathroom I walked past this alcove where the washing machine and dryer where kept and something in the dryer caught my eye. I reached in and pulled out a rainbow thong, I could smell a sweet scent radiating off of it from more than a foot away. As soon as I had the thong in my hands I started to feel my penis growing and I thought to my self “this night just got infinitely more interesting”. 
I Pulled out my dick and started pleasuring myself right there in the hallway as I brought the rainbow thong to my nose to inhale deeply. It was the most beautiful smell I had ever smelt, it smelt like the most delicious candy and some sort of flower while still having a bit of a pussy smell to it even though it was just washed. I could already feel my orgasm building when I realized if Linda has one thong in the dryer she must have more in a drawer of her dresser. So I put the rainbow thong back and walked to Linda’s room. I found her underwear drawer on my second guess. It was like opening a treasure chest but instead of gold it was full of thongs. There was a thong in every colour, thongs with pattern and thongs with strips, My dick felt hard as a rock just from looking in the drawer. I smelled each one as I pumped my dick vigorously, all of my sense where being overwhelmed. I was in heaven. 
After a few minutes the excitement started to become to much and I felt my balls churning. I selected a red thong that smell the best then went to the bathroom. As I stood over the toilet pleasuring myself I felt my orgasm reach its pinnacle, I inhaled the smell of the thong one last time and erupted like a volcano. My whole body shook as my testicle emptied and I felt like I could barely stand when I was done. The rest of the night was pretty uneventful, I cleaned myself up and put the thong back then I went to take my shower. After my shower I went to sleep in the guestroom even though it was only around 10:00, I was exhausted from my powerful orgasm. 

I was woken up a few hours later by the sound of someone walking around, I assumed it was Linda and rolled over to go back to sleep. I thought I heard a small gasp then the footsteps started getting louder until they stopped outside of the door to my room. Who ever was out there opened the door and turned on the light. I had my eyes partially closed so I could see who it was with out them knowing I was a wake. I was surprised to see Linda standing there with the red thong in her hand and a weird look on her face. She walked over to me and shook me shoulder.
“Johnathan wake up.” she said as I pretended I was still asleep by mumbling a bit. She started shaking my hard and she almost yelled at me “Johnathan wake up this instant, I need to talk to you.” There was no getting out of this so I decided to play dumb, I opened my eyes groggily. 
“Uh what’s up Linda?” I asked, still feinting fatigue. I propped myself up on my elbow and looked right in her eye’s trying to avoid what she was holding.
She pointed to the thong and asked me “Do you know what this is?” 
I looked at the thong with what I hoped was confusion, while replying “um, that’s your underwear, why are you showing it to me?”
“That’s not what I mean, I’m talking about this right here!” she said angrily as she pointed to a small spot on the thong. Oh shit! Knowing that there was nothing else I could do I continued to play dumb. 
“I don’t know, some dirt maybe?” I said trying to sound confused, I was pretty sure she wasn’t buying it.
“No, its cum and you should know that because its yours.” I must have had a ridiculous look of shock on my face because Linda started to smile a little as she continued “If you just admit what you did this will go a lot easier.” 
I was caught red handed with no way out, I did the only thing left to to tell the truth. “Fine, you’ve caught me. I masturbated with your thong and I don’t regret it because I had one of the most amazing orgasms in my entire life.” At this point I was still lying in bed, I figured I wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep for a little while so I sat up and swung my feet off the side of my bed. 
In my new position I had a really good look at Linda, she was wearing a very sexy black dress that show a great amount of cleavage and her shapely legs. I was snapped back to reality when Linda said “You just admitted to masturbating to my thong and you’re already daydreaming about me.” I blushed a little but I didn’t apologize so she continued talking “Now here’s what’s going to happen, I am not
going to tell your mother.” I let out a sigh of relief while Linda was still speaking. “But you are going to have to do something for me.” she finished.
I instantly said “I’ll do what ever you ask, anything just say it.” Linda’s smile got bigger as she walked around the room and took a seat on a black and white checkered lounge chair. 
“I want you to masturbate for me.” Linda obviously thought she was punishing me but the idea of masturbating for this sexy women got me hard very quickly. I tore of my clothes at nearly the speed of light and tossed them on the floor next to Linda. Since this was the second time I masturbated in the past few hours I knew I was going to last a bit longer than usual. As I laid back down on my bed I noticed Linda staring intently at my hand moving up and down the shaft of my manhood. I decided to tease her a bit by switching between rubbing just the head or just the base. She was really enjoying the sight of me masturbating so I slowed down even more, just doing long slow strokes from the top to the bottom of penis. When I had almost reached my climax I stopped for a quick breather 
“Where do you want me to cum? I don’t want to make a mess of your guest room.” 
Linda stood up and walked over to sit beside me on the bed then she said ” Since you like to cum on my clothes so much, you’re going to cum on me.” I was a little surprised but I stood up beside her and resumed stroking my dick at a quicker pace. At first I aimed right at her face but she shook her head so I pointed a farther down, right at her amazing tits. I started stroking faster and began moaning as I got closer to my orgasm. 
“Oh my god, I’m cumming!” I shouted as I started to shower Linda with my load. She looked shocked by how much I came but that look quickly changed to enjoyment. 
“I hope you learned your lesson.” Linda said as she stood up and walked to the bedroom door “I’m going to go clean up, but don’t you go anywhere because I’m not done with you yet mister.”
“Yes Ma’am” I said as she walked out the door. 

As I laid back on my bed wondering what could possible happen next I heard the shower start. I was reliving what had just happened when Linda started yelling at me. 
“John! Come here this instant!” She sounded quite angry so I hurried to the bathroom, to my surprise the door was wide open and Linda was looking at me through the frosted glass shower doors. “Hurry up and get in here, I need you to wash my back” She said. From her tone of voice I would have thought I was in trouble but this was no punishment. I didn’t put my clothes back on after I finished jacking off for her, so I hopped right into the shower. Linda turned her back to me with out saying another word. I grabbed the wash cloth and began to wash her back. The whole time I was staring at her ass, it looked like it was 
sculpted by some amazing god, both cheeks were perfectly proportionate. 
I felt my penis start to engorge and I could not stop my self from rubbing it a bit. When I finished her back I knelt down and started to massage her gorgeous butt, doing figure eights around each cheek then down the crack. Linda seemed to be enjoying it and she spread her legs apart a little bit, giving me an unobstructed view of her pussy. Just from looking at her vagina I could tell she was enjoying what I was doing. I decided to be a little bold so on my next figure eight around her butt went down her butt crack I brushed her pussy lips with one of my fingers, her whole body shook.
On my next lap I got even bolder and slid my fingers right along her labia and rubbed her clitoris, her body shook even more than before. I abandoned washing her and set my full attention on her vagina. Linda clearly knew what I was doing because she spread her legs wider giving me better access. This was my first time fingering a girl but I knew a bit from porn and I hoped I would learn the rest as I went along. I continued rubbing her clitoris as I slowly inserted one of my other fingers in to her vagina. It was a lot tighter than I thought it would be for a women with a kid.
As I pushed my finger in as deep as it could go I heard Linda moan a breathless “Oh my god.” I took that for a green light and began moving my finger in and out making her moan even more. As I continued rubbing her clit and finger fucking her I could feel her pussy getting hotter. It was also getting wetter, so the next time my finger was almost out I added another one, this brought even more moans. Linda was starting to get loud, she was practically screaming with pleasure. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” She screamed, I
wouldn’t have stopped even if I could. I was getting immense satisfaction just from know I could pleasure her so well for my first time.
Suddenly Linda stopped moaning and said “John There’s one more thing I want you to do for me. I want you to take that dick of yours and fuck me with it!” She grabbed something that was by the shampoo bottles then passed it back to me with out turning around. To my surprise it was a condom. I didn’t even know if it was the right size since I had never used one before but I was not about to let that stop me.
I put it on and it fit perfectly. Linda was already bent over waiting for my cock, I looked at her vagina for a second before I stepped up and prepared to penetrate her. I lined my penis up with my goal and as I slid in I was immediately rewarded with Linda moaning.
“Oh my god John, please fuck me gently it’s been a while.” I was already so focused on my breathing and my rhythm I could only grunt in reply. Her pussy was the greatest thing I had ever felt, it was hot, wet and tight, focusing on my breath was all I could do to keep from cumming to soon. I slowly pushed my penis in as far as I could go then withdrew even slower. 
I barely heard Linda utter a low moan “Oooooooohhhhhh”. I continued pounding her pussy at the same steady pace, until Linda said “Fuck me like the dirty whore I am, fuck me hard I deserve it!” I put my hands on her hips then began speeding up and ramming my cock into her vagina with a bit more force. “Yeah fuck me, I’m a naughty girl then needs to be punished.” All the dirty talk was getting to me and I could feel myself getting close to orgasm. I wanted to slow down to keep from cumming but Linda’s moaning made me keep going.
“Don’t stop” She moaned loudly, then she yelled even louder “DON’t STOP, I’M GONNA CUMMMMMMM!!!!” I felt her pussy muscles clamp down on my penis and it sent me over the edge. I buried my dick as deep as it could go just as I came. It was the best orgasm I had ever felt, even better than the one earlier that night, but I had a feeling it was nothing compared to what Linda felt. Her whole body bucked and thrashed while I
had to hold on to her to keep her from falling over. As her orgasm faded I pulled my dick out and took the condom off, I grabbed the soap and gave myself a quick wash. Linda was still recovering from the intense orgasm she had but eventually she stood up and turned around to look at me. 
For the first time that night I had a full view of her beautiful breasts. They were big, and sagged a bit but they were the first breasts I had ever seen and that made them very special. Linda had dark areolas about an inch across with nipples that looked perfect for sucking. We both stood staring at each other for a while then Linda finally spoke up.
“I think we’re even now, I won’t tell your mother what you did with my thongs as long as you keep fucking me.” She still sounded like she was pretending to punish me but we both knew what was really going on. “Alright I’ll fuck you when ever you want, but I don’t know if I can go another round tonight, I’m very tired.” I Said while I was still staring at her amazing tits, I had a very strong urge to motorboat them but there would be time for that later. Linda turned off the water and stepped out of the shower and started toweling off, I was close behind her. After we dried off Linda led me by the hand to her bed room. I watched her ass sway back and forth as we walked to the bedroom, it was almost hypnotic. We climbed into her bed and cuddled for a bit, I had my hand around her body caressing one of her tits as I finally passed out.

I awoke in a state of confusion, as I looked around the room I realized where I was and everything came back to me. I was already hard by the time Linda rolled over and looked at me. “Good morning handsome.” She said quietly while looking deep into my eyes.
I returned her stare as I replied “Good Morning beautiful.” 
“Are you ready for round two?” She asked, with out waiting for an answer she tossed back the covers and positioned her head above my now rock hard dick. I watched her lick the tip then she opened wide and slide my dick into her mouth all the way down to the base. After having sex for the first time last night I thought nothing could top the feeling of being balls deep in a tight vagina, but damn this came really close. I didn’t want her to stop but at the same time I really wanted to fuck her again.
“Wow, Linda you’re amazing at that but I really want to fuck you good before I blow my load.” I said, with out taking her mouth of my dick she looked at me with a mix of disappointment and anticipation. With out saying a word she stopped sucking my cock and got into position to ride it. She lowered all the way down my shaft slowly, moaning the whole way. 
“Ooohhhh, your cock is mine now John, anytime I want it your going to come her and give it to me.” she said as she bounced up and down on my dick. I was so distracted by the motion of her tits that I barely heard her. I mumbled some random gibberish in reply as I started to meet her on the way down with my own thrusting. “Fuck me good John” she screamed as my dick went deep into her vagina. Linda was smiling and yelling from the pleasure my prick was giving her and I was all serious business, trying not to cum so I could enjoy her pussy as long as I could. 
She could see that what she was doing to me was going to send me over the edge soon so Linda stopped bouncing and leaned forward resting her breasts on my chest and kissing me passionately. Our tongues connected as our mouths moved in unison. As she laid on top of me I began to thrust my dick deep into her pussy very slowly, savoring every sensation. Linda moaned into my mouth as we continued making out. She eventually broke of our kiss and pushed her self up a bit so her tits were hanging right in front of my face. I began caressing them one in at a time while fucking her a bit harder to watch them jiggle. Linda was really enjoying this and every time I rubbed her nipples she would close her eyes and moan.
“Don’t stop Johnathan, I wan’t to feel you inside of me forever.” she said, and I suddenly realize I wasn’t wearing a condom like I did last night. 
“Uh Linda” I said “Should I be wearing a condom right now?” 
She looked sort of shock but then she quickly gave me a sexy grin. “No,I only made you where that condom last night to keep you from cumming to quick.” She said with a wink. I was really enjoying the way we were fucking but I wanted to be in control so I flipped her over onto her back and got up between her legs. I spread her legs wide and pointed upwards as I got into position to penetrate her pussy with my penis. “Oh a man who takes charge I like that.” Linda said as she stared at my dick sliding into her. “Oh fuck me hard john, I need that cock.” I held onto her legs as I fucked her, they were so smooth and long, I ran my hands up and down them I was really getting into the dirty talk. 
“Yeah you little whore I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll be sore for a week.” I said as I pounded her vagina. “Oh you’ve got a filthy mouth Johnathan, I may need to wash it out with my pussy juice.” Linda was giving me a devilish grin and I knew that little minx was being serious. The entire time we were talking dirty I was fucking her faster. My balls where making a rhythmic slapping sound on her ass. “I’m getting close John don’t stop.” Linda moaned “OOOOOHHHHH yeeaaaahhhh baby fuck me good.” I put my hands on her hips and really started giving it to her, I slammed my dick deep into her pussy as I pulled her body close to mine. “Oh my god, I’m about to come, get down there and finish me off with your tongue.” Linda almost screamed.
I quickly pulled out and put my head between her legs. I licked around the outside of her pussy then stuck my tongue in as far as I could go. While I was doing this I gently rubbed her clit. Linda was alternating between moaning and screaming in extacy as she pushes my head farther into her pussy. 
“Don’t stop, DON’T STOP” She yelled, “I’m gonna cum!” She was moaning so loud then suddenly she stopped as I felt her sweet nectar fill my mouth, I lapped up as much as I could but she kept cumming. I felt like I was going to drowned but it was so tasty I couldn’t stop. Finally she stopped coming, I sat up and looked at her with my face covered in her delicious juices. Linda reached out and brushed my face with her hand, to my surprise she then stuck her fingers right in her mouth. She obviously like her cum as much as I did because she pulled me on top of her and started passionately kissing me entire face. When she had pretty much cleaned me off she noticed my raging hard on. 
“Let’s take care of that.” Linda said as she wiggled out from under me. She got off the bed and headed out of the room, just before she left she looked back and said “Don’t get soft on me mister, I’ll be right back.” With a shake of her ass she was gone. I Didn’t think it was possible for me to lose my erection right now but I rubbed my dick anyways. After a few minutes Linda had returned holding something behind her back. I was so enticed by her amazing breasts that I barely noticed when she showed me what she was hiding, it was a video camera! 
“I want to record us so I can watch us fuck when you’re not able to come over here and fuck me good.” Linda said as she set up the camera on a shelf. 
“That’s a great idea you filthy slut.” I said “but hurry up I want to fuck your tight twat again.” She hoped on the bed making her titties bounce as she landed ready to fuck doggy style. I quickly got behind her and gave her pussy a quick rub before I slid my dick in. Her pussy was so wet that it made a quiet squishing sounds as I entered her. I had only thrusted in and out of Linda when she started to moan and talk dirty again. 
“Fuck me with that big cock of yours.” She said quietly.
“You’re my fucking whore, and I’m going fuck you until you scream.” I replied as my cock slid in and out of her soaking vagina.
“Yeah baby that’s what I want, oh yeah oh yeah right there!” She yelled loudly. I was fucking her hard and fast when I decided to tease her a bit. I thrusted my cock in as far as I could, and waited a few seconds before pulling all the way out. As soon as my dick was all the way out Linda said “What are you doing, don’t stop fucking me.” She sounded a very upset that I stopped, before she could say anything else I rammed my dick back into her. I was pounding her pussy with a renewed vigour and Linda was continuously moaning Oh and ah. 
The inside of Linda’s pussy was squeezing my dick, I wasn’t sure how she was doing but it felt great. I leaned forward and reached under her to grab her tits. The felt like silk in my hands and the force of my thrusts where making them jiggle. I was in the zone, I could barely hear Linda screaming from pure pleasure. My entire focus was on pounding her pussy as best as I could. The sensations of her vagina where beginning to send me over the edge, I looked right at the camera as I was getting closer to orgasm. “I’m going to fill you up with my cum Linda.” I said half to her and half to the camera, she just moaned in response. I was about to come so I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into me as I buried my dick with my final thrust. When my cock couldn’t go any further I erupted send waves of my cum deep into her vagina. At the same time I felt Linda’s pussy clamping down more than it was before, I was pretty sure she was cumming too and it just made me cum harder. I finally pulled out of her with a slick plop sound. I laid back on the bed as Linda went get the camera.
“Oh fuck, I left the lens cap on.” Linda yelled.
“Well we’re just going to have to do it again then.” I said with a grin. 
“Your mom’s going to be her to pick you so it will have to wait until next.” Oh shit, I looked at the clock it was
10:30, my mom was picking me up in 15 minutes. Linda and I quickly took a shower together, the whole time I was oggling her beautiful body. We had just got finished getting dress when I heard a car pull into the driveway. I quickly gave Linda a kiss and ran out the door to the car, the entire ride home I thought to my self this is going to be the start of a awesome relationship.

Authors note: Hey everyone, if you made it this far I would just like to say thanks for reading, this is my first sex story but I hope to write plenty more. Please take the time to post so feedback as I would love to know what I can do better. My next story will continue the sexcapades of Johnathan and there may possible be some incest in his future so stay tuned.