g
I idea already though.
“I want you to show my just what you do to yourself alone in your bedroom, when you were imagining me fucking you,” Daddy said, his eyes zeroing in on the spot between my legs.
I smiled, bringing one hand between my legs to cup my pussy. “Whenever I could hear you in.
I the weight room it would make me soaking wet,” I began. “I always wanted to make my fantasy last as long as possible, so I’d start over my panties.”
I traced my finger over the seam of my pussy, the damp silk giving just enough friction. I rubbed small circles around my clit, soaking the fabric even more with my pussy juices until the entire thong was drenched with my arousal and I was panting with need.
“When I can’t hold back any longer, I push my panties down,” I murmured, closing my legs just long enough to pull the thong down and off before opening my legs again. Between my legs, my pussy glistened, my arousal coating my lips like dew on a flower.
“I’m so sensitive that I don’t touch my clit right away because I know I’ll come too fast.” Instead I push two fingers inside myself and start pumping.
My voice is rough but I keep talking, Daddy is watching me with rapt attention, looking like he wants to devour me. “I would pretend that they were your fingers that were fucking me and not my own.”
I felt my body tighten, my pussy growing snug around my invading fingers as I raced towards. my orgasm. Not wanting to give up that incredibly feeling of penetration, I brought my other hand between my legs and started rubbing my clit in time with my pumping fingers.
My voice caught. “I’m so close, Daddy.”
“That’s right, baby,” Daddy moaned.
“You want to watch your stepdaughter make herself come?” I added a third finger, that extra thickness bringing a delicious stretch to my channel. I bit back a cry as I came, every muscle tightening up as my hips bucked against my hands..
I kept rubbing my clit, a bit more gently now, drawing out the orgasm. When the last tremors. faded, I looked up to see Daddy staring at me with his mouth open.
“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, Morgan,” he said, plucking the pink thong from where it dangled off one of my feet. He brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply before putting. the skimpy thong in his suit pocket.
Then his brow furrowed in annoyance. “I can’t believe I have to play fucking golf this afternoon. I’d much rather spend it balls deep inside of you!”
Begs the Man of the House
When Daddy came home I was waiting for him. He had grumbled about having to go play golf with his partners, but he couldn’t cancel for no reason so he begrudgingly went.
That gave me time to finish my work day and plan my surprise at home.
Despite the fact that my mother didn’t have a domestic bone in her body, I loved cooking.
It gave me a chance to pamper Daddy the way he deserved, so I did it every chance.
By the time Daddy walked in and dumped his golf bag in the closet, the fragrant scent of chicken stir fry filled the room, the savory scent of the mushrooms and chicken and the sharp bite of the chili peppers making the big empty kitchen seem incredibly inviting.
“What’s the occasion?” Daddy asked, sweeping me into a kiss.
“No occasion,” I replied. “I just like taking care of you.” I turned off the stove and dished up two plates of the food, leading Daddy into the dining room where I had already set the table.
Daddy sat down to eat, and I spoke up. “I got a call from my Mom today.
Daddy’s fork froze halfway to his mouth, his face falling.
