"She's all tuckered out, I hope she made some memories out there. What did you two get up to, I thought she'd never call you 'daddy'?" Mom said, playfully. But dad just grunted, his mind concentrated on the road, at least so it seemed. I watched as mom reached over her hand on his knee, then creeping up leg toward his hardness.
"Oh what have we here? After y
ou have a shower when we get back, momma's gonna make it all better." She whispered. Really, mother-son play? Gross! But a plan began to form in the back of my mind, it was clear that if mom just saying 'daddy' to him got him hard, that I still had a chance, I just had one more shot at my prey.
It was late, we'd just arrived home and I'd rushed to the bathroom. I quickly flushed the toilet and shut the door before sneaking into the linen closet. I watched and waited, biding my time. Finally I heard the reluctant footsteps of dad approaching the bathroom, he opened the door and threw off his clothes. My heart raced, breath catching as I watched his beautiful naked body again. Dad turned on the shower and then locked the door, not wanting any unwanted visitors. I quickly got undressed. The trap was a success, he was so vulnerable and I had him locked and naked in the shower. I opened the linen closet quietly, and moved out, the shower steam building up but I could clearly see Kurt's frame leaning against the shower wall. Hand over his face. I opened the shower door and saw him flinch and droop. He knew I was here now. He didn't even fight as my fingers traced down his back, just shivered in anticipation. My hardened nipples pressed right up against his broad back, while my hand reached around and down to his hardness.
"What the fuck are you doing to me?" He growled out loud as I stroked his beautiful, long meaty dick. I stroked up and down him my tongue laving up and down his big, strong, back. I loved the taste of him, the smell of him. I wanted everything I could get of him.
"I love you so much daddy." I moaned out into his ear. I breathed on his neck, licking down his back as I stroked harder and faster. I could feel him shivering, trying to comprehend the pleasure his daughter was giving him with just her hand. I twisted my hand up and down my other rubbing my palm his tip in circles. He reacted really strongly to that, bucking his hips towards me with need. I dropped the hand rubbing his tip to his balls and fondled them lovingly, finger tracing along his sensitive taint and pressing in just underneath his balls to stimulate his prostate through the pressure applied there. He jerked in my hands groaning loudly and I'd waited long enough.
"Oh fuck." He couldn't keep his voice in as I dropped to my knees and slid between his legs. I turned and brought his length between my plush lips. My tongue played underneath his tip. I'd grown familiar with the places he liked being licked. I could only imagine what dad must be thinking, his-own daughter giving him such pleasure he couldn't hold back his voice, couldn't stop his body from bucking at me. I pulled back, only my tongue on his tip as I stroked him furiously. I moved my other hand back to his big balls and I let the water wash over me, taking all the sweat and scent of my dad and washing it over me as I kneeled under him stroking his length. Oh my fucking gawd so fucking good! I want him all to myself, I want him to know I was better than mom, that I could bring him greater pleasure, that I could bear him children and love him just as much. I brought the tip back into my mouth and moaned, the vibration making him grumble and just hearing him, feeling him knowing he was feeling undeniable pleasure from me, that I was giving him that pleasure brought me so much pleasure I never wanted anyone else in my life.
Then dad had had enough. He growled and grabbed my hair, I squealed in surprise as he pulled me up and turned me around, shoving me against the wall. My legs spread and my ass pushed out against him, his cock pressing against the lips of my needy pussy I turned back to look him in the eye, the first time he'd met my gaze since we fucked in the forest and I could see that beastly need in there.
"Fuck me daddy." I said, breathy voice pleading with him. He grunted, moving his cock closer and I leaned into the wall, my nipples pressing hard against the wall, and reached behind me to spread my tight ass for his big rod. Then he pressed against me, rubbing up and down my wet, juicy pussy teasing my clit with his head and I moaned out loud. Then he pressed in, his thick cock pressing ever further inside. I felt the breath almost leave me as he bottomed out, his abs squishing against my tight ass. Then he pulled back, thrusting me again into the wall, my nipples flicked against the wall as I rubbed against it. He thrust more and more insistently pushing my ass further and further flush to the wall. Now every time he thrust I could grind my clit against the wall. The steam billowed around us, climbing up my legs as I shuddered in pleasure. A small orgasm shook me when his rhythm picked up, I just couldn't handle his long cock rubbing up against the walls of my pussy, my nipples and clit grinding against the wall. I thrust back out, my legs shaky as I rocked my hips again and again toward his pleasure giver. Dad gripped my ass, I loved the feel of his firm, big, strong hands holding me, guiding me toward his dick. The tempo increased as dad entered the home-stretch of our fucking. Minutes had passed and I couldn't describe it, it was like everything was perfect, the smell, the feel, the sound of our naked bodies writhing in the running shower. The sensation of his insistent cock always coming back for more of my hot, tight pussy was driving me wild, but what got me the most was his grunting, hot breath in my ear in-between the kisses he planted on my neck. I wanted him to mark me, I wanted him to leave marks for everyone to see on my neck.
"Fuck I'm gonna cum!" That was all I needed to hear from him. The pure idea of that seed filling me was everything I looked forward to. The pleasure of a second orgasm overwhelming my body, my hands gripping the wall as my pussy clenched down around him. He grunted jerking his hips once, twice and the third time shoving so deep inside me his balls slapped against my clit and the hot seed spurting out sending me immediately into a big giant rolling orgasm. That left me a shuddering mess as I slid down the wall.
Life was hot, it was long, everyone was satisfied. I cradled my swollen belly and smiled at Daddy, mom was in the other room, but that hardly stopped daddy anymore. He grinned at me, his hard cock pressed against my red, needy pussy. He kissed the nape of my neck and caressed my big swollen breasts, tweaking my nipples until I threw my head to the side, my eyes rolling back in lazy bliss. There wasn't much to complain about and having my daddy's cock enter my pregnant pussy was certainly not something I was going to complain about. He was strong, smart and kind. There's no one other than my daddy, than I'd want to be my baby's daddy.
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Cecilia Lawrence is a Melbourne based graduate with a bachelor's degree in Philosophy. When she isn't reading through racy romance novels, she's cycling to work thinking about ways to write them naughtier.
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13
Tongue Tied
By Delaney Jane
Greg was running late. This wasn’t unusual. Greg’s job called him at all hours, and it was a cold day in hell that he didn’t answer. Still, tonight was supposed to be a special evening; it was Valentine’s Day. He’d planned the whole evening; home early, nice dinner together, maybe a movie, then some candlelight and Barry White style making out. It was intended to be a pseudo romantic break from the constant pull of working for AAA Contracting, so called to place it first in the phone book when its proprietor, and Greg’s boss, Mitchel Warren named it twenty years previous. I was still hustling about the kitchen, despite his delay. The roast wasn’t going to cook itself. Still, I kept the heat low. There was nothing I despised more than an overcooked roast.
Mitchell kept Greg on constant call, so much so that my husband, Greg Douglas was the familiar face to all who worked with AAA Contracting. He was the face and the name people connected to the work they did, and with Greg at its helm, they always did good work. Sadly, Greg saw little reward for AAA’s success.
I stood by the kitchen counter, holding the envelope in my hand, tapping it against the counter, then finally clutching it to my chest. They’d approved his loan. We’d been waiting weeks to hear back, Greg fantasizing about the exact speech he would deliver when he told the old fart to go fuck himself. He could afford a truck now, his own gear, licenses, all of it. He could go out on his own, and quit working for the thunderous bitch that Mitchell Warren had become.
Yet, Greg wasn’t here to celebrate. I couldn’t
wait to tell him the news.
He snuck in the front door two hours late. I heard the hush and click of the door and turned the oven up to full power. Dinner would be ready soon. He slinked into the kitchen as I turned to snatch the envelope from the counter.
“I’m so fucking sorry, baby,” he said, rushing me at the stove, wrapping his arms around my waist to squeeze me, lifting me onto my tip toes. The envelope flitted from my fingers, dropping to the floor at my feet. He smelled of wood shavings and sweat, as he always did.
“How are we looking for time?”
“Supper should be done in about twenty. Roast is almost perfect.”
He rooted into the crook of my neck, making puckering noises. “Beautiful! That’s just enough time for a pre-shag, wouldn’t you say?”
I started, wanting to tell him the good news, give him something to brighten his shag ready mood. Though he worked hard not to show it, I could see the fatigue and frustration of the day heavy at the corners of his eyes.
He pushed me up against the counter, the ridge of our countertop digging into my ass. I shimmied against him, glancing down at the envelope on the floor. He was hoisting me up onto the counter before I could protest.
His lips were dry from working in the cold all day, his hands still chilled from the winter weather. He wasted no time slipping a hand up the front of my shirt, squeezing my breast as he kissed me. I squealed at his cold hands, but then hummed into his mouth, still wanting to share my news. He pried my knees open and pressed himself between my legs. I sighed and decided it could wait.