by Saks, Krissy
“Yes. Yes, I have. I’ve got to check the paperwork. Some of these pre-paid tuition programs have penalties if you withdraw funds you don’t use. Plus you’re paying taxes on the amount. I’ll look into that as soon as I can.”
“So you would like to keep me a little while longer?” she asked coyly.
He rubbed her back. “Of course, I would, sweetie. You’re my Number One Girl. And you always were.”
She kicked her legs up on the arm of the chair, slid her hands around his neck, and pulled his face toward hers. “Oh, Daddy, you’re so good to me. You’re the best daddy that ever was,” she cooed in baby talk. She leaned forward and kissed his lips.
Her kiss was so sweet that he allowed it to go on longer than he should. She broke off first, but only so that she could plant a series of tiny kisses all over his face, punctuating her words. “You’ll see, Daddy (kiss), we’ll be an awesome team (kiss). You can teach me lots of things (kiss), about business (kiss) and the mechanical stuff (kiss) and just about life (kiss). You’ll see (kiss). I want to learn it all. Will you teach me everything, Daddy?”
His cock was threatening to snap in two as it grew under her squirming butt and soft wet kisses. He hoped she couldn’t feel it throbbing against her ass. He felt lightheaded from her kisses, as if she was sucking the breath from his lips. Or maybe he just forgot to breathe.
“I’d love to, sweetie. That’s what daddies are for, right?”
“That’s right!” she said giving him one more pop on the lips and swinging upright. Her feet got tangled in the chair wheels while getting up and she fell back, putting her hand right on his crotch. He grabbed her forearm, but she’d already balanced herself on his hard cock. Oh, Christ, not again. Busted!
Yesterday, when she’d found her hand on his hard-on, she drew her hand back immediately. Now, her hand held him and her fingers squeezed him lightly, as if curious about its size and firmness. She looked into his eyes as she squeezed. “We need to do something about this, Daddy.” She smiled, adding, “It’s very unprofessional.” She leaned in for another quick kiss, simultaneously giving his dick one last squeeze. She stood and made room for him to leave. “Alright, you get out of here. I’ll take care of everything.”
A bookshelf blocked his exit from the other side of the desk, so he slowly rose to squeeze past his daughter. She smiled as he stood, slightly bent, trying to conceal the object of his discomfort. Cameron tried not to smile as she glanced out of the corner of her eye.
“Yeah, we need to do something about you, Daddy.” His boner brushed against her stomach, and she grinned. “Try not to scare that customer away,” she said, unable to resist, and burst out laughing. “Then again, maybe it’ll help sign her up!” The back of her father’s neck was bright red as he limped from the office, like some mad scientist’s hunchback assistant.
A call came in from one of the pool techs and Cameron waved goodbye to her dad as the tech made small talk. When she was done, she checked the browsing history. Her eyes opened wide. Page after page of porn sites were listed from today’s history. He probably downloaded some virus from one of these, she thought. Oh, well, the damage is already done. Might as well have a look at how Daddy spent his morning while the anti-virus program is running.
The site showed a petite, young woman, blond, with a ponytail sucking off two guys at once. Fascinated, Cameron adjusted the monitor and kicked her feet up on the desk. The speakers were turned off, but she didn’t want to hear the moans and groans anyway. The blond sat on a couch holding both cocks in her hands, alternating the sucking between them. The men were only shown from the waist down. Drool dribbled down her jaw, as the unseen costars’ hands squeezed her tits. She was curious whether they would DP her, so she clicked farther into the video. Yup, double penetration. Good call. I wonder how that feels. Sometimes Tara plays with my butt. She says it drives her crazy looking at it, but I never let her stick anything in it. Well, except for her tongue sometimes, when I’m super clean, like after a swim. I wonder if Daddy likes to have his ass licked. I couldn’t lick a hairy ass, but I’ll bet Daddy’s is baby smooth!
Having seen enough, she checked the history for other sites he’d visited. That’s when she realized that most of them had titles like, Incest Is Best, Diddling His Daughter, and Stepdaughter Seduction. Oh, Daddy, you dirty, dirty man. The next video showed a middle-aged guy, not bad looking, scolding his cheerleader daughter/stepdaughter as she rolled her eyes and chewed her gum like a horse. That led to a spanking and lots of ass fondling. Oh, I’d let Daddy spank me. A gentle spanking, though. She looked away, imagining what it would be like, and her hand slipped between her legs.
What if I came home late one night, and Daddy was waiting up for me angry? I look all slutty, my blouse is hanging out and my stockings are all messed up. ‘Where have you been?’ he asks, and ‘What have you been doing all night?’ And I say, ‘Fucking, Daddy, that’s what I’ve been doing! I sucked off two guys at the convenience store, and another guy fucked me in the parking lot. And then one guy after another saw what was going on, and they lined up to fuck me, and some guys couldn’t wait and stuck their cocks through the window and jerked off on me!’ ‘You little whore,’ he says, and pulls me over his knee, pulls up my skirt and slaps my ass over and over!
No, that’s not me. Maybe a bad report card. Yeah, and he’s sitting at the kitchen table and I’m standing next to him in a real short, schoolgirl skirt and blouse. ‘I’m going to have to spank you for this, he says, and I lean over the table in front of him, pull my panties down and they fall to my ankles. And then he….
She looked back at the screen. The cheerleader was sitting on the man’s cock, bouncing up and down, her tits flopping wildly. Oh, my god, he’s fucking her ass! That grossed her out, and she closed the tab. There’s definitely a theme here. Younger girls, older men, and lots of ass sex. Is Daddy into anal sex? Was Mom into it? Nah, I can’t see that. That’s probably why he likes to watch the videos.
She was still rubbing her crotch through the shorts, and needed to get some relief. She forwarded the phone and went to her room. She pulled down her shorts and panties, and pulled the T-shirt off. God, I’m horny! She was tempted to get out her vibrator, but decided to just rub one out with her hand. She knelt at the window and rested her breasts on the sill, feeling a warm breeze waft over them. Her nipples were stiffening from the sensation. Her hand rubbed over her pussy lips.
Her window looked over the pool. The water shimmered in the sunlight, lulling her into a reverie. She recalled waking up many times at night to the sounds of splashing water and laughter. She went to the window and saw her mom and dad swimming and playing in the water. She wanted to run down and join them, but it was after her bedtime and she was supposed to be asleep. But she’d rest her head on the windowsill and watch them for hours. Sometimes they were drinking and she thought at the time that being an adult must be the greatest thing in the world. And sometimes they turn out all the lights around the deck, but she could still see them, and they would kiss and hug each other for a long time. She remembered that sometimes they’d remove their swimsuits. Mom had large, full breasts and she saw him kissing them, both in the pool and lying on the deck. That was the first time she saw her father’s cock and she saw how her mother would kiss it and put it in her mouth. And then Mom would climb on top of Dad and move up and down on him. Sometimes they did it in the water with Mom laying half in and half out of the water while Daddy stood behind her or between her legs, kissing her.
Cameron’s fingers thrust in and out of her pussy. She was able to squeeze three fingers in comfortably while her other hand rubbed her clit. She closed her eyes, watching Mommy and Daddy fuck, hearing the wet, slapping sounds as they moved. Cameron lifted her left hand to her mouth and moistened her middle finger with her saliva. Her other hand remained deep in her cunt. She reached back and placed the wet finger against her anus and was able to enter with her fingertip. She moved it in circles, trying to relax, even as her
She started coming. She continued finger-fucking both of her holes as the orgasm washed over like waves. When it ebbed, she collapsed on the floor, rolling onto her side. She could have fallen asleep like that, and she wanted to very badly, but she had to get back to the office. Hopefully, Daddy hadn’t tried calling. She crawled into the bathroom to wash up and wait for his return.
The End of Part (#2)
Ouch! He Feels So Good (#3)
Cameron arrived at Tara’s house at 7:30. Tara had just finished showering and was rummaging through her closet for something to wear. Cameron wore tight jeans and a knit pullover blouse. The dark brown color contrasted nicely with her long, golden hair. Tara immediately noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra under the blouse.
“You little tramp,” she teased. “Let me see if I can find something slutty in here.” She settled on a red pullover similar to Cameron’s, but added a black vest and black jeans to the mix. They talked and listened to some music, not in any hurry to get to the party. Cameron was excited about the evening ahead, but it had nothing to do with the party.
There was a knock at the door at 8:15. “Are you girls about ready to go?”
“Five minutes, Dad,” Tara replied. Her father was happy to drive the girls to the graduation party. He was a friend of the host’s father and trusted him to make sure the party didn’t get out-of-hand.
“This is going to be so lame,” Cameron predicted.
“Yeah, we never hung around with most of the people that will be there, but what the hell? It’s free beer and an opportunity to launch The Plan. You excited?”
“I am! Let’s go!”
The party was actually more fun than they had anticipated. They had plenty of time to circulate among the crowd of teenagers in the backyard, hanging out with one clique before moving on to another. They laughed a lot, gossiping and mocking teachers, and recalling events from the past four years. Eventually, the two of them stood together, apart from the rest of the party. It was good to see everyone having fun, but they knew that they didn’t care if they ever saw most of them again.
“Is that still your first beer?” Tara asked, pointing at the Styrofoam cup in Cameron’s hand.
“Yeah, it’s nasty. Might as well be drinking piss.”
“Alright,” Tara said, looking at her watch. “It’s 10:30 and Phase One of The Plan is complete. We’ve hung out with everyone and had some fun. Time to execute Phase Two. C’mon.”
They walked to the keg. A bunch of the jocks were hanging around it, laughing loudly. When the girls approached, they smiled and helped fill the girl’s cups, and attempted to make small talk with them. The girls slugged down the beer and held the cups out for a refill. They boys gladly obliged. They chugged these too, while the boys observed them in silence. They held out their cups again, thanked them for their help and tried stifling their laughter as they walked away.
Tara finally burst out laughing. “Did you see their faces? You could almost hear the little wheels turning behind their eyes. ‘Yeah, girls have some more beer!’ I don’t think there’s enough beer in that keg to make me drunk enough to fuck any of them!”
“They were trying so hard to be helpful!” Cameron laughed. “’So what are your plans, Cameron?’ They barely looked at me the last four years and now they want to know all about my future? Give me a break.’
“This beer does taste like piss. Should give us a buzz, though. How long before you call your dad?”
“I’m thinking right about now, actually,” Cameron said, checking the time on her cell phone. “Even though it’s the weekend, he still goes to bed about now.” She speed-dialed his number. “Hello, Daddy? I hate to be a pain, but I think I might have drunk too much at the party. Some boys offered to give me a ride, but Tara didn’t think it was a good idea.” Tara doubled over with laughter and held her hand over her mouth. “Tara? Oh, her brother is picking her up later. I know, what a bitch.” Tara gave Cameron a playful shove. “Sure, I can give you directions.”
After giving him directions, she thought of something else. “Oh, and please don’t come in one of the pool trucks, Daddy. Okay, I’ll be waiting in front for you. ‘Bye.”
After she hung up, the girls laughed together. “What’s wrong with your dad’s pool service truck? It could be worse. At least it isn’t something like Tiny’s Diaper Service!”
“Or Roy’s Roto-Rooter!” The girls couldn’t stop laughing. Cameron realized that the beer was starting to hit her. “Should I go get one more?”
“No! You want to be tipsy, but not out of control. That is, if you want Phase Three to be successful.”
“And what is Phase Three again?” Cameron asked.
“Phase Three is where you jump your daddy’s bones and live happily ever after!”
“Oh, yeah,” Cameron said, and then took a gulp of her drink. “He should be here in about ten minutes. I don’t want to be standing around with a beer in my hand.” She took another gulp “This is actually starting to taste better.”
“I’ll bet it’s closer to five minutes, after you threw in that bit about the boys giving you a ride. He probably ran out of the house in his underwear when he heard that!”
“You’re right. Bottoms up!” Cameron tipped her cup and swallowed the rest.
“Bottoms up,” Tara toasted, raising her cup. Finished, they tossed their cups behind them on the lawn. “I’ll wait with you till he comes.”
“Are you okay with staying here?” Cameron asked. She felt a little guilty about abandoning her friend.
“Yeah, it’s cool. Maybe I’ll get fucked up and tell some of those bitches what I really think of them. Or maybe those jocks will start looking better later. What do you think: Should I take one for the team?”
“Well, tell me all about it if you do.”
“And you do likewise, missy.” She gave Cameron a quick kiss. “Here he comes.”
The sedan pulled up in front of them and Chris came around to open the passenger door. Cameron lurched unsteadily and threw her arms around him.
“Thanks for coming, Daddy.” He held her for a moment, then opened the door and helped her into the seat, strapping the seat belt across her.
“How about you, Tara? Would you like a ride, too?”
Tara bit her lip to keep from making an inappropriate comment. “I sure would Mr. Kennedy, but I’ve got to wait for my jerk-off brother to get off work. Good thing you came when you did. Cameron was starting to strip off her clothes in front of everybody!”
Cameron’s mouth fell open. “I did not, Daddy. Tara’s so full of shit!”
Chris’s eyes narrowed as he realized Tara was putting him on. “Well, if things change and you need a lift, you call me, okay?”
Tara nodded. “You’re a good egg, Mr. Kennedy. Keep an eye on Cameron. She puked in the bushes once. Probably gonna be sick all night.”
“Jesus, how much did you guys have to drink?” he asked. “Are you going to be alright?”
“Oh, sure. In fact, I’m going back for more. You two have a good night!” She waved and walked back to the party.
Chris started the car. “Your friend Tara sure is a wild one. You okay, honey?”
Cameron leaned toward her dad as far as she could in the seatbelt. Her hand lay on her father’s thigh and she looked up into his eyes. “I’m better now that you’re here, Daddy.”
“Good. Let’s get you home and into bed.” He patted her hand and it slid farther up his thigh, instantly triggering a throbbing in his groin. He released her hand to start the car and then shifted into gear. When he held her hand again, he moved hers slightly down toward his knee.
“Yes, Daddy,” she purred, closing her eyes. “Take me home to bed.”
When they pulled up to the house, he put his arm around her waist to help steady her. She stumbled along and when they got inside, he said, “Maybe I should carry you up to your room.” He picked her up in his arms and she slid hers around his neck. He gently set her down on the edge of the bed. The moonlight fell across her body. Lying on her back, she tried tugging up on the pullover blouse, but had trouble coordinating its removal. “Can you help me, Daddy? My tits are getting in the way.” She giggled
“Sure, honey. Come on, sit up.” He pulled her upright and grasped the bottom of the blouse. She smiled up at him as he slowly worked the tight blouse up her tummy and around her breasts. Her bare breasts bounced loose from the material as he held the blouse over her face. He paused, staring admiringly at their fullness.
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