by Saks, Krissy
Cameron assumed that the visual aspect of her stroking was as important to her daddy as the actual physical activity. Choosing to forsake her own pleasure, she moved away from his hand and slid down between his legs facing him, her breasts cushioning his scrotum. At first, he groaned in protest at this change, but when he looked at his daughter smiling up at him from between his thighs, both of her hands wrapped around his manhood, he felt less deprived.
“Daddy, I want you to come for me. Are you getting close?”
“Very close,” he said, his voice quivering.
“Would it help if I do this?” she asked, pressing her breasts around his cock. She let go of his cock, capturing it in a circle of flesh formed by her tits. Her legs had slipped over the edge of the bed onto the floor, allowing her a better angle to rub him with her tits without leaning over and obscuring her face. She closed her eyes as she bounced on the bed, causing his hips to slide up and down on her. Opening her eyes again, she looked at the dark, throbbing cock poised straight up between her tits, and then directly into his eyes.
“Come for me, Daddy. I want you to come on me. Make it come, Daddy, make it come.” She moved faster and faster, the mattress bounced up and down. He clenched his legs, feeling the pressure, the need for release. He humped his groin at her, fucking his sweet baby’s tits.
“Oh!” he cried, as the release came, the first spurt flying onto her chest. She kept up the rhythm, wanting to coax more from him and it did, another stream rocketing up and splattering her right cheek. She flinched slightly, but maintained the pace and a third round of semen shot up on her chin. “Oh, my god! Oh! Holy shit! Fuck!” he sputtered, to accompany the series of ejaculations. He continued pumping into her breasts, less intently now, as his climax leveled out. Propped up on his elbows, his thrusts matched her tit massaging, pumping at each other, father thrusting against his daughter’s warm flesh, daughter milking and coaxing his orgasm, allowing her tits and face to be used as a landing strip for his sexual fluids. Finally, he fell onto his back, exhausted. Cameron smiled dreamily and leaned into him, smearing the liquid into her tits as she mopped him up. The semen tickled her face as it ran down over her chin onto her breasts.
“I’ll be right back, Daddy,” she whispered, patting his stomach. She disappeared into the bathroom. Her father stared at the ceiling, the swirls and spots before his eyes slowed and disappeared as his breathing slowed. He knew that, as his lust subsided, a sense of guilt should have rushed in to fill the void, but he felt no such thing. The only thought he had, repeating over and over in his mind, was: That was the hottest sex I’ve ever had!
Cameron crawled onto the bed with a washcloth. Kneeling at her father’s hip, she wiped the cloth over his penis. The warm, damp washcloth felt good, as did the soft squeezing of her hand. His penis started hardening again in her hand. Is it getting hard again? I thought guys had to wait hours after coming before they could go again. Maybe I can help!
She curled up on his thighs facing him and held the limp organ to her face. It had seemed so large earlier that, even though she was tempted to try to bob at it with her mouth when he was tit fucking her, she wasn’t sure that her mouth was large enough to accommodate it. Now it was a more manageable size. She held it between her fingers and leaned forward to lick it.
Her father watched as his daughter ran her tongue along his cock, not overlooking a single place. Her beautiful, innocent face had a calm, blissful expression, as she explored his organ. They made eye contact as she lightly kissed his cock. It was quickly becoming more erect. Cameron licked the head some more, recognizing the faint taste of his come and her pussy. She put her mouth over the head and circled her tongue around it. She closed her eyes and gently suckled at it, while moving her hand over the portion below her lips. Her father groaned, but remained motionless, loving the way she sucked him. She seemed a bit unsure of what she was doing and that made him feel even more comfortable, glad that she wasn’t trying to exaggerate her expressions or the action, like the women in the porn videos.
She moved up and down the cock with her mouth, trying to take more in with every descent. It was becoming thicker as well as longer and she feared that soon she’d have to be content with a smaller portion. She closed her eyes and continued to swallow more and more. Her throat made little sounds as she opened wide. There was a loud popping sound when her suction loosened and as her saliva coated more of his dick, allowing her to slide easily along it, the wet sounds of flesh on flesh made her very hot.
“Baby, let Daddy have some fun, too. Come here.” He was enjoying Cameron’s blowjob and he couldn’t think of anything hotter, in fact, but he wanted to explore her as much as she did him. “Take off your panties,” he whispered. She pulled her legs up and pulled the panties from under her butt and slid them down her legs, giving Chris a perfect shot of her ass and pussy. She dropped the panties and crawled toward him.
He held out his hands and guided her onto his chest, straddling him. He slid down in the bed until his chin was nudging her pussy lips. He looked up at it, so close he could smell her fragrance. He looked up at her breasts and at her face looking down at him, her nostrils flaring. He let go of her hands and put his on her ass cheeks. He pulled her to him until her sweet gap hovered directly over his mouth and then he gently lowered her.
She gasped as she made contact with his mouth. He moved her ass so that her lips pressed against his mouth. His lips were wet with her juices and she glided easily against his face. Soon she had picked up the motion herself and his hands merely as a guide to help her balance. She pressed slightly harder onto his mouth, not wanting to put a strain on him but needing more friction. When his tongue slithered along her slit, she gasped again.
“Oh, yes. Oh, Daddy!” His tongue was thick and long, just like his dick and she moved her hips with precision, pressing her clit down hard upon it. Daddy didn’t seem to mind. He gobbled greedily at her juicy pussy as the juices ran over his mouth, nose and chin. He pulled her ass down harder, trying to taste more and more of her, his tongue burrowing deeper and deeper. Cameron was bucking on him, riding his face and that’s exactly what he wanted.
Suddenly, she managed to push herself away, her weight suspended on her arms. Her breasts heaved and her face was flushed and perspiring. “Daddy, we’ve got to do it now!” She fell on him, kissing his neck and face as she whispered, “Fuck me, Daddy." Fuck me now!”
He rolled her over in his arms. She looked down between their bodies as he steadied himself between her legs, she watched as he held his swollen cock and aimed it between her legs. It felt tight as he pressed the head against the tender lips, but her wetness welcomed this intrusion and his cock popped inside her.
He crammed a few thick inches into her wet teen pussy and stopped when she cried out, wondering if it was too much or too big for her. She immediately wrapped her legs around his back and pulled him toward her. He began moving in and out, fucking his daughter like he’d never fucked anyone before. He fell on one arm, kissing her passionately, their breath heaving in each other’s mouths. His other hand cradled her ass, pressing her into him while allowing her to roll her hips as they ground together in an urgent rhythm. She put her hands on his shoulders, clenching them as she pushed her pussy at his cock, meeting his every thrust with a grinding motion, sliding her pussy up on his cock when it slid back. Their fuck rhythm was perfectly synchronized, nearly machinelike in its unflagging fervor. He entered further and further. She would think she was completely filled and then he’d drive deeper inside her. He kissed along her neck and bit into her, sucking in her flesh. His mouth couldn’t reach any lower in this position and sensing this, she brought her hands under her breasts and pushed them up, offering them to her father’s hungry mouth. He buried his face in them, fucking even harder into her as he licked and chewed at them. She panted and moaned with a sound that was more animal like than human. It quickly grew louder as her orgasm took hold and she screamed out, “Don’t stop, Daddy! I’m coming!
Oh, Daddy, I’m coming!”
They rocked together, making the bed itself move under them as they pounded into each other harder and harder. He held her tight to him, as if the waves of pleasure might sweep them both away. She tried to contain her screams by biting into his chest. If felt like a train was rattling them both and they held on as their orgasm washed over them. Shuddering, they clung together as the sensations subsided, leaving their bodies tingling with the slightest movement of his penis inside her or her breasts against his chest.
He rolled onto his side and she rolled with him, his cock still inside her. He looked down at her face. Her eyes were closed and she was smiling as she tried to catch her breath. He slid his arm under her head and leaned his forehead against her temple. One hand caressed her back and then palmed her ass cheek, keeping them joined together. They didn’t talk. Each felt at peace, blissful peace, each grateful for what the other had given. They lay together, letting this special moment envelope them like a bubble, a magical world that only they could share.
The next morning, he awoke to the most pleasant sensation of a warm wet mouth enclosing his cock. A round object bobbed under the sheet. He held the sheet up and Cameron smiled up at him. She held his cock and licked and stroked it. He was fully erect. How long had she been sucking him? He flung the sheet back behind her so he could take in this wondrous sight. His hand caressed her hair. She kissed his balls gingerly as she stroked, then returned dutifully to licking and sucking his dick. Her eyes opened wide, as if to say, Is this good, Daddy? Am I doing it right?’ He smiled back at her and reassured, she closed her eyes and took him deep into her mouth.
So there would be no awkward lull between last night’s lust and the light of the next day. No time for doubts to intrude, or recriminations. She saw to it that the sex would continue seamlessly and there would only be time for pleasure. She gave his cock several wet, sloppy kisses before crawling up over him and kissing his lips in a long, dirty kiss as her breasts pressed into him. His hands reached to hold her but she crawled back, straddling his hips, lifting to place his cock at her pussy. She slid down slowly, the tight, wet opening inching down his length. He closed his eyes from the intense pleasure. She slid forward along his chest and they kissed again, their lips staying fused as she rocked gently back and forth, taking as much of him inside her as possible. His hands palmed her ass cheeks and helped ease her efforts as the slick tunnel squeezed around him.
She rocked back and forth like a little love monkey, faster and faster and she grimaced as she approached her peak. He watched, fascinated, by her expression becoming more intense, her eyes closed tighter and the blood rushed to her face. She sat up, palms on his chest, riding his rigid cock harder and harder. Her tits bounced and he was tempted to reach out and squeeze them, but he thought it would be better to keep them under her ass to steady her motion in case her strength or energy failed. Up and down she went, unselfconsciously, unable or unwilling to deny herself her pleasure. He felt her tight cunt clenching his cock and he could have shifted gears and fucked his way quickly to his own orgasm, but preferred to observe her naked sexuality. He watched, dismayed at the raw lust in his daughter’s face and body, her furious sexual need.
When it hit, she cried out and took long lunges along his cock, straining to plunge as much of Daddy’s dick into her as she could. Her hips ground around above him, sopping up every sensation her sugar walls could wring from his hard cock. She grunted, growled and then swooned and collapsed onto his chest, panting like an exhausted little animal. He gently patted her back as she heaved against his chest, his cock still half-buried inside her.
The office phone rang and he realized that they needed to open shop in 45 minutes. He lightly slapped her butt cheek. “Come on, princess, let’s get in the shower.” She looked up groggily.
“Did you come, too, Daddy?”
“Not this time, sweetheart. But I had fun.”
They showered together, rubbing their soapy bodies against each other. His cock stayed erect throughout the shower. She laughed at it, giving him a soapy hand job at one point, but he really needed to piss and couldn’t do so until the erection subsided. He brushed her away, holding her back against him and lathered her breasts. He reached down and his fingers fondled her pussy. Remembering the time, as he helped rinse her off and they got out.
“I’ve got a surprise for you, Daddy,” Cameron said, toweling off. “I might be a few minutes late, but I think it’ll be worth the wait. See you downstairs. I’ll bring your coffee.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his lips before running off to her room.
Twenty minutes after he’d settled in behind the office desk, she arrived with his coffee. He couldn’t believe his eyes. She’d put her hair up in a sexy bouffant hair style and wore her glasses, a white long-sleeved blouse and a tight, short black skirt. She wore dark stockings and black shoes with heels. She was dressed to kill.
“Holy shit, Cameron,” he said.
“Here’s your coffee, Mr. Kennedy,” she replied curtly, leaning down to give him a shot of cleavage as she set the cup down. She moved alongside him and put a silky knee up on his thigh, sliding it from side to side. “Sorry for being late, sir. I promise it won’t happen again.” The skirt rode up to the middle of her thigh. He smelled a hint of perfume in the air.
“Well, it better not happen again, Miss Kennedy,” he replied, sipping his coffee. “There are a lot of women out there who would like to be in your position.”
“What position do you mean, Mr. Kennedy? Something like this?” She turned the chair toward her so he was directly facing her, one leg between his, the other still on his thigh. She leaned in, putting her breasts to his face. He breathed in the scented curves of her cleavage. Her fingernails clawed along his thigh, skirting his rising boner. He put his hands on her hips, but she pushed back at his shoulders, slid the keyboard back and sat on the desk. She planted her shoes on the arms of the chair, spreading her legs.
“Or did you mean this position?” She hooked the shoes under the arms and pulled him toward her. He gaped at her sexy stockinged limbs; not panty hose, but the pull-up kind, the flesh of her thighs exposed above them. He leaned closer to better appreciate the black lace panties. She pulled her skirt back to give him a better look and scooted over the edge of the desk. Her fingers drew the panties aside and her finger rubbed over her slit. Her other hand ran through his hair and gently nudged his face toward her crotch. He licked feverishly at her freshly washed pussy, alternating between licking it and the narrow thread of the garment that had absorbed some of her flavor.
“Or maybe,” she said, pushing him back to the wall, “you had this position in mind,” and turned around facing the desk. She pulled her skirt up and bent over. He brought his hands to her cheeks and rubbed them through the panties before pulling them down just past her ass. He kissed the cheeks, then licked them and sucked and bit at the flesh. She leaned forward onto the desk and he pulled the cheeks apart, staring in awe at the tiny aperture lying between them. He buried his face between her cheeks and lapped at her sweet asshole. His tongue slithered around and against it and finally entered her there.
Cameron gasped and cooed as his tongue tip fucked into her ass. She felt so naughty dressed up like this and ground her ass against her father’s face. She reached down and rubbed her clit as he licked. He licked the juices from her finger before returning to her anus. He growled into her ass, needing to fuck her now, right there over the desk. He stood and dropped his slacks and underwear, kicking them off his feet so he wouldn’t be hampered. She put one leg on top of the desk and he slid right in. As he moved back and forth inside her, his hands reached around to unbutton her blouse. Her breasts spilled out of the opening, no bra to restrain them. He squeezed and milked at her tits as he thrust into her. He wanted to cram all of his cock into her and this position just might work. She hollered as he went farther in, working his cock deeper and deeper. She quivered in her heels, trying to balance as he slammed into
her wet cunt. The sound of his flesh slapping against her ass, the wet sucking sounds of her pussy as he thrust and withdrew, her own panting, all of these sounds filled her ears and titillated her senses.
The phone rang. Chris chose to ignore it, but Cameron picked it up and punched the speaker button. “Chris’ Pool Service,” she said, almost laughing.
“Cameron, is that you?” It was her mother’s voice.
“On my way out. Here’s Dad.” She fell forward onto the desk, part doubling up with laughter and partly to provide a better angle for the pussy pounding she was taking.
“What is it, Ruth? We’re busy.” He slapped Cameron hard on the ass.
“Well, I needed to talk to you about some things. Should I call back later?”
“I’ve got a better idea; why don’t you send me an email instead? That way you won’t be interrupting anything,” he grunted, continuing to fuck his daughter hard. He pulled at her hair and it toppled down her back. He gathered a handful and rode her like a bitch. She loved it.