At Home Late CH 11

Mitch hesitated just for a moment before taking another look at my glowering
stepfather and realizing that getting out of dodge was the best option for him.
An instant later I heard the back gate slam and Mitch was gone.
Daddy and I were alone.
He rounded on me, his face furious. “Why?” he spat. “Why Mitch? Why are you
playing with me, Blair?”
The satisfied look melted off my face.
“You think this is a game?” I demanded, taking a step closer to him, my nudity
forgotten. “Do you think this is me making myself feel special by seducing my
stepfather?” Another step closer. “Do you think so little of me, Daddy?” I was
right up in his personal space, close enough to feel the heat emanating from his
body, but I still held back from touching him. The want simmered between us and
I tilted my head up, staring into Daddy’s dark eyes with a challenging look that
said
Your move.
He moved. Daddy’s hand slipped under my ass hauling me against him. I could
feel his cock hard against my naked thigh as he smashed his lips against mine.
The kiss wasn’t tender or sweet. It was pure possession. When Daddy’s tongue
swept over mine, I knew he could taste Mitch’s come in my mouth, and it
incensed him more.
I had a feeling that by the time Daddy was done with me the taste of Mitch and
every other man would be long forgotten.
Daddy was taking slow steps backward, steering the both of us to one of the
lounge chairs. The chair scraped loudly across the cement as Daddy bumped it
with his leg and he sat down, pulling me onto his lap.
I tugged down the thin boxers he wore, grateful that he hadn’t bothered to put
on anything else when my alarm woke him up. Freed from its cotton prison,
Daddy’s cock sprang up, rock hard and curving against his taut abs, the head
already wet with pre–come.
I had to feel it inside me. All the thoughts of birth control and protection flew out
the window. I was going to,
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I had to feel it inside me. All the thoughts of birth control and protection flew out
the window. I was going to feel Daddy inside me tonight, and I didn’t care about
the risk I was taking fucking him bareback. A tiny part of me even got just a bit
wetter at the idea of Daddy’s seed growing inside me.
Daddy reclined back on the lounge chair, pulling me on top of him so our bodies
were just one unbroken line of skin against skin. I shifted my hips, sliding down
just a bit until I felt the hard rod of his cock pressing against my center, the head
just breaching me.
I rolled my hips, and he sank inside me, burying all nine of those glorious inches
inside my wet channel.
“Daddy,” I moaned, the sensation of finally getting what I wanted almost too
intense. I tried to sit up, to start bouncing on Daddy’s cock the way I was sure he
wanted me to, but his hands clamped around my hips, keeping me pressed flush
against him.
Wild, uncontrolled movements were impossible from this position. Instead, we
both slowly rocked our hips against each other, the slow burn of pleasure
building into an inferno. With every movement, I was grinding my clit against his
pubic bone, my inner muscles squeezing his cock as that perfect organ filled
every part of me, stretching me like a perfect glove for his cock.
My breasts were crushed against his chest, my nipples hard as bullets as I writhed
on top of him. The heat was had been burning through the city for weeks, but
nothing could prepare either of us for firestorm between us.
“Daddy,” I whispered, my breath hitching. “Daddy, please,” I begged, not even
sure what I was asking for.
He kissed me again, less bruising than before but no less possessive. His thrusts
grew harder, snapping upward and pushing me forward as my fingers dug into
the muscles of his shoulders for leverage.
My orgasm caught me by surprise with its intensity. Everything hung still around
me, my whole body freezing up as I came, my pussy squeezing and clenching
Daddy’s cock as I shuddered above him.
Daddy’s grip tightened, and I knew I’d have ten finger–shaped marks on my hips
tomorrow, reminding me that this night wasn’t a dream. Daddy roared beneath
me, and I felt heat flood me as Daddy came inside me.
We laid still for what could have been minutes or hours, Daddy’s cock still filling
me, sweat cooling on our skin as we gasped for breath. I was dizzy with lust… or
even more for this man.
I had never meant it as a game. I’d wanted him, hungered for him with this
impossible desperation. But I had never really expected this all–consuming
intensity.
One thing I did know for sure, though, this was definitely not going to be a one–
time thing.
We always seemed to end up back by the pool. I had just come home from
visiting a friend, and I was dressed in a red sundress and strappy heeled sandals.
My bikini was still hanging up to dry in the bathroom, so I kicked off my shoes
and walked out to the backyard fully dressed.
I yelped in surprise as two strong arms wrapped around my waist and yanked me
against a hard body. I could feel something else hard poking my lower back.
Mmmmm, Daddy.
Daddy’s hands were everywhere as he pressed me against the side of the house,
the shadow of the porch blocking the bright light. “I haven’t been able to get you
out of my head, Blair,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin as he kissed
his way down my neck. “You’re all I think about. This is all I think about.”
One of Daddy’s hands made its way under my dress, finding the delicate lace of
my panties already soaked with the evidence of how badly I wanted him.
“So wet already. I could just take you right here, couldn’t I?”Yesssss,” I hissed in agreement. “Please!”
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Daddy chuckled “I have other plans first.” Daddy dropped to his keeps in from of
me and with agonizing slowness, he
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pushed the panties down over my hips. His hand lingered at my ass before
slipping lower, pausing to brush over my lips before pulling the scrap of blue lace
down my thighs and calves to finally pool at my feet.
He lifted up my skirt, tucking the red fabric into the bodice and out of his way.
Daddy’s height had him right at eye level with my pussy. “Stay still,” he ordered,
his lips pressing in an open–mouthed kiss right below my navel.
Daddy kissed his way around my body, mouthing and nipping at my hips and
inner thighs, so close to where I needed him that I could feel his breath across my
pussy, but still, he held back.
Some part of me realized that I deserved this delicious torture, but that didn’t
mean I wanted to wait forever.
“Please Daddy!” I begged, my thighs trembling with the effort of holding still as
my arousal burned.
“Please what?” he asked, his low voice vibrating against my inner thigh.
“Please lick my pussy!” I was far beyond caring about anything but Daddy’s
mouth on my pussy at this point. I felt Daddy‘ s lips curl into a smile from where
they were pressed against the inside of my knee. With that same infuriating.
slowness, he kissed and licked his way up my thigh, pausing to lap at my juices
that already coated my inner thighs.
“So wet for me,” he said, his mouth barely an inch from my pussy. “So desperate.
You’d let me do anything.”
“Yes! Anything, just touch me!”
Without another word, Daddy pressed his lips against my pussy, his tongue
licking the length of my seam before finding my swollen clit, and that was all it
took. The force of my orgasm slammed into me and my knees buckled, the
strength of Daddy’s arm across my hips the only thing keeping me upright as I
gasped and shuddered above him.
Wrung out with pleasure, I was a dead weight against the wall but that did
nothing to deter Daddy. His tongue had continued a gentle pressure through the
aftershocks, and as those faded he redoubled his efforts, his tongue sliding inside
my opening, pushing as deep inside as he could as my juices soaked his face.
I could feel a second orgasm building in me, the pleasure growing stronger with
every lick. The hand that wasn’t focused on holding me up slid between my legs,
pressing against my lips before sliding further back to press against my back
entrance. My wetness had made its way back there as well, and Daddy’s slick
finger probed against that tight hole before pushing inside.
The slight burn of the unexpected penetration was enough to bring me off a
second time, my pussy clenching around Daddy’s tongue while my ass tightened
around his finger and I sobbed my pleasure, my voice sounding raw and ragged.
My vision was swimming by the time Daddy stopped and stood up, shoving his
swim trunks down and kicking them away. Lifting one of my legs up to wrap
around his hip, my blue panties still dangling from ankle, Daddy took his cock in
hand and guided it into my sopping entrance.
I threw my head back, barely noticing the bump as it hit the back of the house, a
throaty yell escaping me as Daddy filled me with every inch of that glorious cock.
His right hand was still holding my leg up, but the other slid behind my head,
shielding me from the hard siding, and I smiled at the tender gesture.
Daddy kissed me, and the kiss was sweet and would have been almost chaste if
not for what our lower bodies were doing. I swept my tongue across his lips,
tasting the salty tang of myself in his mouth.
Daddy rolled his hips, the different angle pushing his cock just deep enough to
hit my G–spot, and I keened loudly as I felt myself starting to tighten around him.
I couldn’t remember ever coming this often and this hard in such a short time.
The third orgasm washed over me like a wave, less blindingly intense as the other
two but no less amazing. My inner walls squeezed Daddy’s cock, and I felt his
hips stutter as he came, the hot flood of his seed pouring into my unprotected
pussy.
When Daddy let me down, we were both shaking and wild–eyed with pleasure,
wondering if every encounter would be this intense. I couldn’t deny that I was
hoping so!
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suite he shared with my Mom. We mostly forgotten her Daddy had confided in
me that they hadn’t had sex in nearly six months. Their marriage had
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mostly forgotten her. Daddy had confided in me that they hadn’t had sex in
nearly six months. Their marriage had become more of a habit than a real
relationship at this point.
“I’m actually about 75% sure she’s been hooking up with Mitch. He’s all about the
easy access pussy,” Daddy had said with a shrug. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him
hook up with a woman who doesn’t live in this neighborhood.”
So while I knew my Mom wouldn’t necessarily be excited that I was fucking her
husband. It wasn’t like I was breaking up a happy marriage. I couldn’t help
wanting to fuck him in their bed at least once, though.
Maybe more than once.
Daddy and I had still been going to our separate rooms at night, so I was
surprised and pleased to see that he slept in the nude. He was sprawled out on
top of the covers, the blasting air condition still not totally relieving the stifling
heat
wave.
Whatever he was dreaming about, it was
seeming to be waiting for me. My mouthmething good. His cock curved up
against his stomach, rock hard and
trying not to wake him.
watered in anticipation as I settled myself gently between his spread legs,
I
I took his cock in my hand, my small fingers barely able to encircle his impressive
girth. Tentatively, I lowered my head, my tongue darting out to lick the
mushroom shaped head of his cock before traveling the length. I mouthed at his
shaft, the tip of my tongue following the vein until I reached the heavy balls
between his legs.
I sucked his balls into my mouth, the faint sprinkling of dark hair on his sac
tickling my lips as I hummed around my mouthful. Above me, I could hear Daddy
groan in his sleep. He was starting to wake up, but I knew the view I wanted him
to have when that happened.
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