Having A Bad Day
Alexia thought, with all the boasting Jessica had done about the lack of good fucking she had been getting from her clients, she was surely being well deserved fuck by Matthew.
"Here? In the car?" She asked, laughing, unsure if I was just joking. I laughed too, in case she wanted to play it off as a joke, but I also really wanted to watch her do it. I nodded, grinning uncontrollably as I looked back and forth from the road, back to her beautiful face. She was blushing, but suddenly scooted down into her seat, parting her legs, so that one knee was resting on my thigh, the other up against the inside of her door. There wasn't enough dress to keep her covered in that maneuver and her beautiful little pussy came into sight and the gleam of her hood ring. It took all of my will to keep at least half my attention on the road. Her hand drifted down as she continued to blush and watch me. She moved her slender fingers down between her folds, massaging herself as I drove.
"Yes Dad, how are you sweetheart?"
The rest of the day was spent in a similar fashion. I cleaned and she corrected with the belt whenever it was necessary. The bell rang many more times that day and towards the end it was very difficult to drink all of her 'gifts'. However, each time Rosa picked a spot to sit or stand above that was over something more expensive or harder to replace than the last. By mid-day she had me trained well enough to service her while she sat above the toilet. We both knew that I could have refused and just let it fall where it was supposed to. Instead, the bell rang and I drank. I think this sign of my submission turned her on; she even let me thank her 'properly' for a very long time on the hard tile bathroom floor.
"Are you ready to go?" I asked. You said nothing. You simply returned to your place on the couch and motioned for me to come and sit next to you. I walked over slowly and took the place next to you on the couch. You bent over, grabbing both my legs and lifting them onto your lap. You began to unbuckle my left shoe as you looked into my eyes. Without breaking your gaze you removed my shoe and then the other. You grabbed my hand and I stood up as you led me to you. I sat on your lap and began to kiss you. First on your lips and then I moved to you neck. As I did this you ran your hand up and down my exposed thigh and I felt myself getting wetter with every stroke. I shifted my weight and I noticed that you were just as aroused as I was.
Her eyes got huge when she saw my erection pointing right at her. I could see panic in her eyes. "ANGIE! I'M NOT GOING TO RAPE YOU! RELAX!"
Once inside the room, Jean Yves went to the mini-bar and started pouring drinks, for everyone. Luc suddenly grabbed me by the waist and clumsily kissed me, then started dancing, holding me very close.
I looked down to the kinkiest, hottest sight any parent of a wild, sexy young woman can ever see, my pretty blonde daughter, blue eyes staring up at me as she sucked at my bulging cock. Her face broke into a wide smile and she gave me some of the best head I've ever received, bobbing her head up and down, slurping noisily on my throbbing dick.
Then one night as I lay in bed masturbating thinking of the scene I had just watched through the crack in Aunt Cathy and Uncle Wayne's bedroom door, I felt as if I was being watched. I opened my eyes and there stood Aunt Cathy and Uncle Wayne in my bedroom! They were watching me masturbate. Quickly I moved my hand from between my legs and started to pull the sheet up over me. I was almost naked. (My pajama top was pulled up, exposing my tits and my panties were pulled down to my knees.)
He walked over to my computer desk and pulled up a website. I was surprised when I saw a picture of my wife Lisa wearing some sexy lingerie that I had never seen before. She'd never let me take pictures of her so I immediately wondered who had taken the picture.
I'm weak. Through either unfortunate luck or feeble psychological makeup, I'm unable to resist his demands. I could, however, give only the essential information. "I was planning something special for you," I confessed. "I want it to be a surprise, thought." His weakness, I knew, was a love of surprises.
I felt it rub up and down my well lubed ass crack trying to get it as slick as possible, then I felt the head pressing against my asshole. I stopped blowing the guy in front of me and relaxed my ass as much as I could, then suddenly the whole cock just slid into my asshole. I started to scream, but as soon as I opened my mouth again it was filled with a rock hard prick. I couldn't focus, I lost my mind from all the pleasure I was getting; but still tried to suck the cock in my mouth.
She felt his hands loosening the bindings at her wrists and ankles and moving her body until he was kneeling between her legs. A sudden rush of wind blew the drapes aside again and in the moonlight she saw him there, kneeling with his cock, still wet and glistening from her mouth, in his hand and he was guiding it toward her pussy. Then just as suddenly the wind was gone, the drape fell back into place, the room was again plunged into darkness and she felt his hardness thrusting deeply into her. The force of it caused the air to rush from her lungs and she struggled to breath. He filled her so completely and as good as his tongue and fingers had felt, this was what she needed. With words that were indistinguishable, she urged him on and he took an ankle in each hand, spread her legs wide apart, and thrust into her repeatedly and with ever increasing force until the orgasms were ripped from them both.
Jeff and Kathy waited a couple of minutes then when to their son room to talk with him. They went right in without knocking and saw their son lying naked on his bed slowly stroking his cock.
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The seventh girl to be drawn was Alice. Alice was a pretty girl with wavy blonde hair, moderate size breasts, squinty eyes, and pursed lips. She reminded Mr. Peters of a younger Teri Garr in Young Frankenstein, or more appropriate for Alice's age, Teri Garr as she appeared in the 1964 movie Pajama Party. He often thought about what it would be like to watch Alice prance around like Teri in her pajamas. He wondered if perhaps someday he should have a pajama class. But, he then realized that his mind was drifting and he read her selection. "Alice has chosen Andrew Storr." Andrew was a good looking boy, and it was well known that he had a crush on the attractive Alice but he had been unable to generate the courage to ask her out. Alice smiled at him, but he only blushed.
Pat told us both to watch him because he was going to put another finger in her spasming pussy she just looked at us and moaned out her orgasm leaning against Pat cumming for her audience of three. What a scene her nylon covered legs spread, Pat with two fingers working in and out of her shaved pussy as he, me, and the waiter looked on. She was acting like a slut in heat and didn't care, and we weren't complaining as we watched her cum for us. The waiter said after that performance the next round was on the house and off he went with a smile on his face and a bulge in his pants.
"What are you thinking about while you play with yourself, Babe?" I asked.
I slowly peeled the flimsy garment from my body, discarding it to the floor, and stood there naked. I lifted my body onto the kitchen table and lay back on its cool texture with my ass cheeks at the tables edge. I clasped my hands behind my head and brought my legs up so that my knees were parallel and on either side of my boobs – exposing my full frontage to this '70 year old' neighbour. He stood motionless, rapt at the sight before him and didn't move or speak for sometime.
Frank chuckled as he replied. "Sam will be just fine now go ahead and wrap the ice around him."
"Here? In the car?" She asked, laughing, unsure if I was just joking. I laughed too, in case she wanted to play it off as a joke, but I also really wanted to watch her do it. I nodded, grinning uncontrollably as I looked back and forth from the road, back to her beautiful face. She was blushing, but suddenly scooted down into her seat, parting her legs, so that one knee was resting on my thigh, the other up against the inside of her door. There wasn't enough dress to keep her covered in that maneuver and her beautiful little pussy came into sight and the gleam of her hood ring. It took all of my will to keep at least half my attention on the road. Her hand drifted down as she continued to blush and watch me. She moved her slender fingers down between her folds, massaging herself as I drove.
"Yes Dad, how are you sweetheart?"
The rest of the day was spent in a similar fashion. I cleaned and she corrected with the belt whenever it was necessary. The bell rang many more times that day and towards the end it was very difficult to drink all of her 'gifts'. However, each time Rosa picked a spot to sit or stand above that was over something more expensive or harder to replace than the last. By mid-day she had me trained well enough to service her while she sat above the toilet. We both knew that I could have refused and just let it fall where it was supposed to. Instead, the bell rang and I drank. I think this sign of my submission turned her on; she even let me thank her 'properly' for a very long time on the hard tile bathroom floor.
"Are you ready to go?" I asked. You said nothing. You simply returned to your place on the couch and motioned for me to come and sit next to you. I walked over slowly and took the place next to you on the couch. You bent over, grabbing both my legs and lifting them onto your lap. You began to unbuckle my left shoe as you looked into my eyes. Without breaking your gaze you removed my shoe and then the other. You grabbed my hand and I stood up as you led me to you. I sat on your lap and began to kiss you. First on your lips and then I moved to you neck. As I did this you ran your hand up and down my exposed thigh and I felt myself getting wetter with every stroke. I shifted my weight and I noticed that you were just as aroused as I was.
Her eyes got huge when she saw my erection pointing right at her. I could see panic in her eyes. "ANGIE! I'M NOT GOING TO RAPE YOU! RELAX!"
Once inside the room, Jean Yves went to the mini-bar and started pouring drinks, for everyone. Luc suddenly grabbed me by the waist and clumsily kissed me, then started dancing, holding me very close.
I looked down to the kinkiest, hottest sight any parent of a wild, sexy young woman can ever see, my pretty blonde daughter, blue eyes staring up at me as she sucked at my bulging cock. Her face broke into a wide smile and she gave me some of the best head I've ever received, bobbing her head up and down, slurping noisily on my throbbing dick.
Then one night as I lay in bed masturbating thinking of the scene I had just watched through the crack in Aunt Cathy and Uncle Wayne's bedroom door, I felt as if I was being watched. I opened my eyes and there stood Aunt Cathy and Uncle Wayne in my bedroom! They were watching me masturbate. Quickly I moved my hand from between my legs and started to pull the sheet up over me. I was almost naked. (My pajama top was pulled up, exposing my tits and my panties were pulled down to my knees.)
He walked over to my computer desk and pulled up a website. I was surprised when I saw a picture of my wife Lisa wearing some sexy lingerie that I had never seen before. She'd never let me take pictures of her so I immediately wondered who had taken the picture.
I'm weak. Through either unfortunate luck or feeble psychological makeup, I'm unable to resist his demands. I could, however, give only the essential information. "I was planning something special for you," I confessed. "I want it to be a surprise, thought." His weakness, I knew, was a love of surprises.
I felt it rub up and down my well lubed ass crack trying to get it as slick as possible, then I felt the head pressing against my asshole. I stopped blowing the guy in front of me and relaxed my ass as much as I could, then suddenly the whole cock just slid into my asshole. I started to scream, but as soon as I opened my mouth again it was filled with a rock hard prick. I couldn't focus, I lost my mind from all the pleasure I was getting; but still tried to suck the cock in my mouth.
She felt his hands loosening the bindings at her wrists and ankles and moving her body until he was kneeling between her legs. A sudden rush of wind blew the drapes aside again and in the moonlight she saw him there, kneeling with his cock, still wet and glistening from her mouth, in his hand and he was guiding it toward her pussy. Then just as suddenly the wind was gone, the drape fell back into place, the room was again plunged into darkness and she felt his hardness thrusting deeply into her. The force of it caused the air to rush from her lungs and she struggled to breath. He filled her so completely and as good as his tongue and fingers had felt, this was what she needed. With words that were indistinguishable, she urged him on and he took an ankle in each hand, spread her legs wide apart, and thrust into her repeatedly and with ever increasing force until the orgasms were ripped from them both.
Jeff and Kathy waited a couple of minutes then when to their son room to talk with him. They went right in without knocking and saw their son lying naked on his bed slowly stroking his cock.
x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o
The seventh girl to be drawn was Alice. Alice was a pretty girl with wavy blonde hair, moderate size breasts, squinty eyes, and pursed lips. She reminded Mr. Peters of a younger Teri Garr in Young Frankenstein, or more appropriate for Alice's age, Teri Garr as she appeared in the 1964 movie Pajama Party. He often thought about what it would be like to watch Alice prance around like Teri in her pajamas. He wondered if perhaps someday he should have a pajama class. But, he then realized that his mind was drifting and he read her selection. "Alice has chosen Andrew Storr." Andrew was a good looking boy, and it was well known that he had a crush on the attractive Alice but he had been unable to generate the courage to ask her out. Alice smiled at him, but he only blushed.
Pat told us both to watch him because he was going to put another finger in her spasming pussy she just looked at us and moaned out her orgasm leaning against Pat cumming for her audience of three. What a scene her nylon covered legs spread, Pat with two fingers working in and out of her shaved pussy as he, me, and the waiter looked on. She was acting like a slut in heat and didn't care, and we weren't complaining as we watched her cum for us. The waiter said after that performance the next round was on the house and off he went with a smile on his face and a bulge in his pants.
"What are you thinking about while you play with yourself, Babe?" I asked.
I slowly peeled the flimsy garment from my body, discarding it to the floor, and stood there naked. I lifted my body onto the kitchen table and lay back on its cool texture with my ass cheeks at the tables edge. I clasped my hands behind my head and brought my legs up so that my knees were parallel and on either side of my boobs – exposing my full frontage to this '70 year old' neighbour. He stood motionless, rapt at the sight before him and didn't move or speak for sometime.
Frank chuckled as he replied. "Sam will be just fine now go ahead and wrap the ice around him."
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