Subject: A Date to Remember
Story Codes: MF oral exhib incest father daughter
Diary Date: July 11, 2015
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Nothing turns me on more than knowing a man wants to have sex with me.
It’s the ultimate compliment a man can pay a woman. But not just any man
– not if I have anything to say about it. I mean like face it, just about
ALL men want one thing - sex, so it’s not like just because a man wants to
fuck me that it makes it special or anything. What differentiates the
genetic sex drive of the typical male from an erotic lust for me is all
about WHO wants me and what he’s willing to do to get it. Along those
lines, what can beat a husband and father who desires me so intensely that
for a few brief hours he takes me as his own wife in the most intimate
manner possible between a man and a woman?
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Saying My Goodbyes
Chapter 2 - Dinner for Two
Chapter 3 - Spending the Night
Chapter 1 - Saying My Goodbyes
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“Damn, you are absolutely the sexiest damn MILF I’ve ever seen!”
I smiled at those words coming from non other than my own loving husband
as he sat on the couch admiring me as I made my entrance into our small
living room.
“So I take it that you like my new dress?”
OK, so I was fishing for compliments but why not? After all, I already
KNEW he loved it simply from the way his eyes roamed up and down mentally
undressing me as they went from my five-inch heels, up my legs to where my
stocking tops were barely concealed by the lacy hem of my short dress. A
pause as he took in my ass, clearly outlined in the tight thin fabric of
my dress. My thong was so small it could barely be seen while higher up
my brown nipples showed through prominently without any liner or bra to
conceal them. Then again, with a neckline plunging so low and the sides
cut so sharply it wasn’t like much of my boobs were hidden in the first
place. Although my boobs weren’t as large as I knew my husband wished
they were, I was still rewarded with his eyes fixated on them such that
anything from my neck upwards barely got any attention - which was a shame
given the charge he’d be seeing on the credit card for the hair styling
I’d just had done earlier in the day.
“You know... I’ll never figure out how you even get those dresses on,” he
joked with me, “Some sort of textured paint?”
I couldn't help but roll my eyes at this well-worn joke of his that he
never seemed to tire of. He loved all of my tight outfits - the tighter
and skimpier the better so far as he was concerned. As yes, this
particular dress wasn’t the easiest to squeeze into and I did feel
somewhat like I was going to split it open any second but the sales girl
swore it was designed to stretch without breaking so I’d have to depend on
her word on the matter.
Steve nodded at my legs saying, “Those stocking really do it for you...
they make your legs look so long and I love how the tops just barely come
up to your dress.”
Like most women, I’m not a big fan of pantyhose or stockings. There’s
really only two reasons for wearing pantyhose - first, keeping your legs
warm in winter without having to wear pants. Maybe not the most
protection in the world but definitely better than bare legs! Then
secondly, and the reason most women wear them, is to make my legs look
better. Thus if it was always decent weather and nobody ever saw me, I’d
never wear the damn things but unfortunately that’s far more the exception
rather than the rule.
This particular pair were sheer black and thin enough that it was more
like they were superimposed over my legs rather than hiding them. The
elastic band on top keeping them from falling down my thigh was decorated
in pretty black lace. With my open-toe heels I’d chosen a style without
the heavy black toe but then I wasn’t exactly worried about durability as
the life expectancy for this pair was being measured in hours, not days.
“I see you’re wearing his ankle bracelet,” Steve observed.
Indeed I was wearing my Christmas gift from my daddy given way back in my
teenage years It had to cost him a fortune back then and I’ve always
worried it was going to get caught accidently and come off when I wasn’t
paying attention but after all these years it’s still intact.
“Yes but I have YOUR necklace,” I soothed his precious ego as my hand went
to the sparkling cross hanging by a gold chain around my neck. It was
diamond studded and I loved the way it caught the light and shown like a
beacon. It was my favorite piece of jewelry and rarely did it leave my
neck.
“And don’t forget this,” I added, holding up my left hand to show off the
wedding and engagement rings he’d given me. These NEVER came off no
matter what I was doing. It kills me just to take them off long enough to
be cleaned and checked once a year by our local jeweler. Just because I
was planning on having sex with another man tonight didn’t mean I was
going to remove my rings. If anything it meant all the more to me TO wear
them in such circumstances.
Stepping carefully so as not to trip over my own two feet, I stood in
front of my loving husband and twirled on one foot.
“God I’m going to miss you tonight,” he groaned as he repositioned himself
on the couch to allow his swelling dick some room to expand.
“Well, that’s YOU fault,” I reminded him all too quickly, “Aunt Linda said
she’d watch the girls if you wanted to fuck Kristi tonight but noooooo,
you had to play the martyr. And what’s with that anyways? Sheesh, I
remember when you’d jump at any chance to do her.”
Indeed, Steve DID normally seek out any chance he could get to fuck my
slutty cousin who was about two years younger than me. Back when she was
a high-paid prostitute he seemed to avoid her more but ever since she’d
hung up her transparent heels he put all that behind them and it was back
to the old days again. Then Kristi married this creepy guy who use to be
a client of hers and during that time Steve again seemed to avoid her.
None of us could figure it all out though and frankly it didn’t surprise
any of us when she finally divorced him a few months ago.
“hey, since when is it wrong for a guy staying home and jerk off while his
wife’s out screwing another guy?” he asked me teasingly.
“Well, the fact that you EVER have to jerk off is nobody’s fault but your
own you know.”
Steve just shrugged his shoulders and ignored me, or at least pretended
to. Sitting on his lap, I leaned into him and put my arm around his neck
and then kissed him on the mouth, our tongues quickly emerging to touch
the other. Mmmmmmm, I loved to kiss my sexy husband! Then it was like an
almost automatic reaction as his hand started to work its way up under the
hemline of my dress.
“No no no... you know better,” I admonished him playfully as I swatted his
hand back, “I want to be nice and fresh for later tonight.”
“Well, then you’d better not be fresh when you get back home then,” he
muttered almost sullenly.
It may have sounded weird but I knew what he meant. Steve LOVED to watch
me be fucked by other men and if he couldn't watch, then at least he
expected to smell the sex on me when I returned. As his wife, he knew
that what other men dreamed of and if they were lucky, got to experience
for a few hours, was his anytime and anyplace he wanted it. If there was
one thing I was guaranteed after going out tonight it was I’d be getting
one hell of a fuck from Steve on my return. It was almost like he
couldn't wait reclaim what was rightfully his, like a dog marking his
territory after being invaded by another male.
“You know... I COULD call and cancel and I just happen to know that Aunt
Linda’s available tonight. We could even go out first if that’s what you
want seeing as how I’m all dressed already.”
Steve shook his head firmly as his hand rubbed along the inner part of my
upper thigh through my hose.
“No way,” he responded, “I know what this means to you and I would never
do that to you. Besides, this way you owe me one.”
“Oh Steve!” I hushed him, “That’s just silly.”
“Oh?” he replied inquisitively, “We’ll see if you’re singing the same tune
next week.”
Hmmmmmm, something I’d forgotten? Steve must have seen the questioning
expression my face.
“Remember... Marissa?”
Duh! Silly me, how could I have forgotten? Next week Steve had tickets
to a show downtown and we’d already reserved Marissa, one of our favorite
babysitters. Having just turned sixteen a few weeks ago, she was the
oldest of the ones we normally employed but that didn’t deter Steve. He’d
been fucking her along with her own father for a couple of years now and
no doubt she’d be staying overnight next week as well.
“Well, you can have your little teenage sluts so long as I get my older
married men,” I said only half-jokingly. Actually it was this very sort
of give and take that made our marriage as solid as it was. We each had
our vices and so long as we didn’t go overboard or interfere with the
other we each allowed the other to indulge freely.
For the next few minutes we each just shut up and just enjoyed kissing and
holding each other. God I loved him so much! His arms around me felt so
strong and the feel of his now fully-swollen erection under me made me
feel sexy and desirable. It’s really amazing when you think about it...
how over sixteen years ago the high school jock asked out the little
incoming freshman who fell madly in love with him, gave him her virginity
and felt the tragic loss when just six months later he moved away, never
to return - or so she thought. And then how out of the blue he reentered
her life and they were engaged and finally she married him, just as she’d
dreamed she would so many years before. Yes, most everything I’d hoped
for back when I was fourteen had come true - and so much more. Marrying
my soul mate, having his children, and pleasing him in every way I could.
Yes, I enjoy going out with other men but that doesn’t in any way reflect
on our marriage or my love for my husband. Like I could never love the
man I’ll be sleeping with tonight in even the remotest the same way I love
my husband. In the morning I’ll leave him and return to my true love, my
only love. Yes, I plan to enjoy myself and the feeling I’ll get knowing
he wants me so badly will surely be indescribable. But that’s all it will
be - personal satisfaction and sexual gratitude, not love. The only man I
love that way is the one on whose lap I was now sitting.
“Soooooo, feelin’ horny?”
I grinned... such a silly question. Like duh! When wasn’t I?
“Well, it HAS been a long time you know,” I reminded him, “Hey... you’re
not getting jealous on me now, are you?”
Steve pretended to be taken aback by my question answering, “What, ME
jealous? Let’s see... my beautiful wife is about to go out on a date with
a man maybe 25 years older than she is. Then she’ll probably go with him
to his house where she’ll spend the night in bed with him not to mention
having sex while she’s there who knows how many times. Hmmmmmm, I guess
there’s nothing to be jealous about in THAT scenario!”
We both laughed as I knew he was just teasing me. If there was one thing
my husband does NOT have is a jealous bone in his body. I knew in reality
things were just the opposite in that it turned him on knowing what I
would be doing this evening. Not so much by what I was doing as it was
knowing that when all was said and done, HE was the one I loved and would
return to spend my life with. It was like the more other men wanted me
the more it turned him on, almost as if he owned me. Sort of like the guy
who buys the expensive sports car just so he can show off for other
people. My husband seemed to be enjoying his teasing me and I have to
say, the more he did the hornier I WAS becoming!
“Close your eyes,” he commanded me and I instantly obeyed. “Ok now, just
imagine this... a few shorts hours from now and you’ll be sucking his hard
dick, your pussy soaking wet as you crave his prick inside of you. And
then... finally... he’s inside of you, filling you up with his dick and
finally his sperm. Imagine it Kelly... imagine him fucking you.”
Indeed I could imagine it and my pussy was tingling with anticipation. If
it hadn’t been for the knock on the door I’m not so sure I wouldn’t have
just jumped my husband and said the heck with the plans I’d made.
“He’s here,” I barely was able to get out with my heart beating so fast,
“Go to the bedroom, I don’t want him to see you.”
It wasn’t I was ashamed of my husband - quite the opposite in fact. It
was just I didn’t want to destroy the fantasy that my date had undoubtedly
made up for me and the upcoming evening as I was pretty sure it didn’t
include my husband!
Steve gave me one last kiss and a final smack on my bottom as he left the
room, leaving me horny and alone to answer the door.
Chapter 2 - Dinner for Two
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I answered the door and opened it to find him standing there waiting for
me patiently.
“Good evening Kelly,” he greeted me formally with a smile. He had one
hand behind his back which he then brought around to the front, revealing
a single yellow rose - my favorite color for a rose.
“Awwwwww, how sweet!” I said.
“I was going to pin it on you but now I’m not so sure exactly how to do
that,” he chuckled, “It’s not like your dress is loose anywhere.”
“It’s OK, just go for it,” I encouraged him.
He reached his fingers in behind the material right at the top of where my
left boob swelled. Working carefully so as not to stick me, he somehow
managed to shut the clasp of the safety pin and affix the rose stem to my
dress. Standing back, he looked at me admiringly although I think his
eyes more on my boobs than they were on the flower.
“You look absolutely stunning,” he complimented me. Not a bad start as
what girl doesn’t like to be told she looks good?
“Now that THAT’s done, shall we go?” he asked, extending his hand.
With that he led me to his car like a gentleman. As I sat down, I
deliberately did NOT hold my dress down so it rode up almost to my waist
as I twisted to get my feet inside, revealing several inches of my bare
upper legs from where the hose ended and the retreating hemline started.
From the way his eyes were staring, he got to take in a pretty good view
before he shut the door.
Our short drive through the tunnel and over the bridge was filled with
small talk, nothing I even hardly remember it was so trivial but I almost
got to where I was ready to warn him to watch the road after narrowly
missing an oncoming car as he stared at my exposed legs and boobs. My
sensitive nipples were still hard from my husband’s teasing, poking
through the thin material of my dress like it wasn’t there.
As we neared the restaurant, he turned to me and smiled saying, “I’ve been
SO looking forward to this evening... you have no idea!”
Although I wasn’t about to say anything, I like to think that actually I
DID have a pretty good idea. True, as a girl I can never fully comprehend
how a man feels when he wants a woman but I CAN discern his reactions and
imagine how he feels about me. Judging from the obvious bulge in his
crotch, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to have at least SOME idea!
It wasn’t long before we pulled up to the front of the restaurant where
the valet opened my door and his eyes immediately dropped down to my lap.
I pretended not to notice as I stepped out of the car and paused for just
a moment before finally tugging my hem back down, just long enough to give
him a good look.
“You’re such a tease, aren’t you?” he whispered in my ear after coming
around the car and taking my arm.
Our reservations were confirmed and in this sort of place you don’t wait
around for your table to be cleared so we were seated immediately.
“Do you mind if I order?” he asked, picking up the wine list.
Normally I don’t drink a whole lot and having been pregnant for most of
the past year I haven’t been drinking at all so I was open to suggestion.
Besides, I had a feeling he wasn’t going to be ordering anything cheap so
why not indulge?
During the course of the entire meal we spoke about our jobs, families,
and pretty much the normal stuff any two people would talk about on a
date. Religion and politics were carefully avoided but more out of
politeness than any other reason. At times it seemed like he seemed more
interested in my husband than me, especially when it came to our marriage,
kids and the things we enjoyed doing as a couple.
Of all the range of topics we discussed, interestingly neither of us made
a single reference to sex, at least in terms of having sex with each
other. Yes, I did answer some of his questions about my past and certain
events most guys seem to like to hear about - losing my virginity for
example. There’s nothing regarding my sexual history that I’m ashamed of
so it didn’t bother me no matter what he questioned me about. Still, not
one word about US having sex or what would happen after dinner. Then
again, was it really necessary to talk about it?
Just because we didn’t talk about sex between us didn’t mean it wasn’t
part of the conversation - just not verbally it turns out. We were seated
in a line of semicircle booths such that you couldn't see the people next
to you and with us both scooted towards the back half of the table the
tablecloth pretty much concealed everything below our waists. It wasn’t
like a private room yet at the same time was surprisingly intimate given
the size of the restaurant and the number of people. Couples and families
would walk by us from time to time as they went to and from their tables
so it wasn’t like we were shut off from everyone. It’s what they couldn’t
see that counted...
“You know, I’m a sucker for a woman in sexy hose,” he said softly as he
took a sip of wine while we waited for our salads, “And with your
legs?.... god but they make yours look incredible!”
“I picked them out just for you.”
He grinned and actually I was telling the truth. I HAD picked them out
just the day before and I HAD bought them with this date specifically in
mind. It’s not like most men don’t like a women in thigh-high hose.
“And that dress... it’s the perfect length.”
I squirmed a little, looking down to where it had once again ridden up
pretty much to my waist and all but exposing my thong underneath.
“You know, some people might say it’s a little short. Your wife for
instance?”
He snorted, “No such thing as a dress that’s TOO short. And let’s leave my
wife out of it, OK?”
“My feelings exactly,” I agreed smiling naughtily at him, taking note of
his last comment as well.
With that he placed his hand in top my leg about midway between my knee
and hip, right at the top of my hose such that part of his hand was on my
bare leg and part was over the lace stretch top. Lightly rubbing his hand
on me, he sighed softly.
“Decisions, decisions... I love the feel of sexy lingerie yet at the same
time your skin is so soft and smooth it’s almost a crime to cover it.”
“You know... I can take them off if you’d rather,” I offered.
He shook his head as his hand moved a little up my leg. “Noooooo, they
are WAY too sexy and besides....” he paused as his hand moved more between
my legs than over them such that his little finger was now pressed against
my crotch as his hand gripped my inner thigh before continuing, “It’s not
like they’re in the way like if you were wearing pantyhose.”
Just then the waiter came with our salads and refilled our wine glasses.
Throughout it all the hand between my legs never made the slightest move
to leave and if anything, he pressed up against my warm pussy all the
more, moving his little finger against my wet slit as he did. The waiter,
a pro in every way, had to have noticed but he didn’t make any mention of
what was happening practically right in front of him.
As we ate our salads and talked about my teaching career, I could feel his
finger moving between my legs, probing and searching for a way around my
thong. It actually tickled me more than anything and several times I
found myself giggling like a little girl. With our salads finished and
now waiting for dinner, I told him I needed to use the lady’s room and
excused myself.
Sliding around the booth I felt my dress ride up behind my butt such that
when I stood up I practically mooned this older couple making their way to
their table. Although the husband certainly didn’t seem to mind, his
wife’s eyes could’ve bored holes through me as she frowned and coughed to
signal her disapproval. If she thought that she was making me feel bad
for what I’d done the she certainly didn’t know sluts like me very well.
The only thing better than her husband staring at my exposed butt was his
wife disapproving of him doing it.
I excused myself, smiling at the older man and quickly licking my lips.
Oh well, so much for that! Making my way to the lady’s room, I entered
and started to rummage through my purse as I stood in front of the sink
and mirror. The room was empty but not for long as I heard the door open
and then who should I see in the mirror coming up behind me was none other
than my friendly (NOT) wife whose husband I’d just flashed.
“You know, this is a family restaurant so I don’t see why whores like you
feel they have to dress like that when you come here. What’s the matter,
did you forget to bring your pole?”
Whew, what a bitch! My first inclination was to simply ignore her and get
myself back to my dinner date without making a scene. Then I thought
about it and it sort of peeved me off that she had to be so nosy and stick
her self-righteous nose where it didn’t belong. And as for calling me a
whore... that REALLY pissed me off. I’ll proudly take the label “slut”
but I am NOT a whore!
Apparently she thought I was going to be embarrassed by her comments but
if anything it had just the opposite effect.
“So why blame me when your husband clearly prefers looking at MY ass than
yours? Seems to me it’s more YOUR problem than his or mine.”
It was almost like I’d punched her and had the circumstances been
different I might have even laughed at the shocked look on her face.
“Well at least I’m not half MY husband’s age,” she countered and then came
back with, “At least MY husband’s doesn’t have to pay for me to go to
dinner with him.”
“I’m not a whore,” I protested, turning to her with my hands on my hips.
Then I flashed her my wedding ring. She didn’t need to know it wasn’t
given to me by him.
“So just a gold digger then,” she replied contemptuously, “Like that’s any
different?”
Then a naughty thought came to mind and before I really thought it through
I reached under my hemline and swiftly pulled down my thong and slipped it
over my heels and off.
“Here, I bet your husband would like to take this home with him,” I teased
her, reaching out to her to offer it to her. She waved it off like I was
handing her a dead skink which didn’t surprise me in the least.
Holding it up to my nose, I took in a deep breath and before I go on, just
to be clear... sniffing panties is NOT my thing. Yes, I love eating a
pussy but that’s entirely different than dirty panty crotches. While I’ve
done my part to encourage it, I’ve never really understand why men get off
from having them in their mouth and over noses.
“Oh come on, I have to wonder... would you like to smell these?”
That was more than enough for her and so she just huffed and stormed out
of the restroom, no doubt to complain to management that a now bottomless
woman was fooling around in the restroom making the other guests feel
uncomfortable. Probably better to get going then so I returned to the
table but kept my thong covered in my fist.
“That was quick,” he noted, “I thought the rule was that women weren’t
allowed to spend less than 30 minutes in the restroom.”
Ignoring him, I reached over and took his hand and pulled it towards me,
placing my other hand over his. Opening my other hand I allowed my thong
to drop into his hand and then closed his fingers over it.
“I didn’t think I needed this anymore, don’t you agree?”
He opened his hand as if he couldn't believe what I’d placed there. And
then, almost like he’d been listening to my earlier thoughts, he pulled
his hand up to his face and sniffed, almost like he had a handkerchief and
was suffering from a cold.
“Not bad,” was all he said as he stuffed the thong into his pants pocket,
“So then I assume that means something’s no longer in the way.”
“You’ll just have to find out for yourself I guess.”
It certainly didn’t take long for him to confirm it. His hand started
mid-thigh again but quickly worked its way up under the hem of my dress –
what little there was to get out of the way, and I shuddered
uncontrollably as I felt his finger pressing against my exposed pussy.
Wouldn’t you know it... right then our dinner arrived! I expected him to
pull his hand back to himself for at least the few minutes while our
waiter was placing our dishes but no, he kept his hand right on the upper
part of my bare thigh with his two fingers wedged firmly against my horny
bare pussy. OK, so granted there WAS a little coverage from my dress but
it had to be pretty obvious he wasn’t searching for a dropped spoon. I
was beginning to think the guy was either blind or clueless when I caught
him giving my date quick wink. OK, maybe not so clueless after all!
Each of us had ordered a seafood dish which worked in his favor. Maybe
Emily Post would object but he managed to use just one hand to start
eating, using the edge of his fork to cut when needed. It was like now
that he had his hand against my pussy he wasn’t about to move it away any
time soon – which by the way, was perfectly fine with me! It was REALLY
hard to concentrate on eating, not to mention the occasional couple or
family passing by, as his finger worked its way just a little into my
pussy. I was so wet by now he could have probably put his whole hand in
me if he worked hard enough!
I glanced over at him and if I wasn’t feeling him fingering me, from his
expression I would never have thought he was doing anything other than
enjoying his meal. I kept waiting for him to make SOME comment about me.
I mean like a girl likes to have her body complimented when a guy’s
feeling her up. But instead he just asked me more about teaching and how
it was to teach in a public school as compared to a private Christian
school.
It was tempting to try and reach over to grab his dick but the way we were
positioned it would’ve been difficult to reach and awkward in any case.
It was like he didn’t even want me to try as he certainly wasn’t making
himself any more accessible, that’s for sure. The more he touched me the
hungrier I was getting – and not for the incredible meal in front of me
either. It was a shame in a way. The meal cost a small fortune and was
really quite good but I could’ve had a Happy Meal and it wouldn’t have
been any different. While I ate it was more mechanical than enjoying the
meal. Heck, I’d like to see anyone concentrate on food when the guy next
to you has his hand between your legs and rubbing your clit.
“Oh god!”
I couldn’t help myself. His finger was rubbing my clit in small circles
and I felt like I must be soaking the seat beneath me the way my pussy was
craving even more.
“Shhhhhh!” he hissed under his breath. That was all – nothing more.
Damn, I really was hoping he’d say SOMETHING. Yes, I loved him feeling me
up in the middle of a busy restaurant but it would have made it even
hotter if he talked naughty to me, at least a few words about how my pussy
felt.
I tried... I really did try. I could feel my face turning red as my
breath turned ragged and short. Dang it felt so good the way he as
touching me. I couldn’t eat... heck I could barely hold a fork. I wanted
to scream out, at the very least a loud moan to release some of the sexual
tension building inside of me.
“Do it.”
Just two words was all he said but we both knew what he was referring to –
my impending orgasm. God I was soooooo close... it felt so damn good!
“Oh!” I briefly choked out. It seemed the more I tried to restrain myself
the less I was able to control it until I finally reached that point where
I simply couldn’t hold back anymore.
Of course that’s exactly when our waiter stopped by to check on us.
“Excuse me for asking... is everything OK? Is there something I can get
you? Some water perhaps?”
His words didn’t register as I just stared down at my plate as my pussy
felt like it was on fire. In the midst of my orgasm the man with his
finger in my pussy answered, “It’s ok, everything’s perfect,” and then to
my amazement he removed his hand and put his finger in his mouth, sucking
off the wetness form my pussy. “Yep... finger licking good as they say.”
I looked up just in time to catch another wink from our waiter. Someone
was due for the largest tip of the evening I figured. Dang, had what I
thought just happened really happened? The first thing that came to my
mind was, “Steve is never going to believe me when I tell him!”
“Ready for some dessert?”
Like, I’d barely caught my breath and he expected me to be thinking about
a cheesecake selection? As much as I should’ve been enjoying the meal,
frankly I had much more important things on my mind at the moment.
“Would you mind if we just finished up and left?” I asked tentatively. I
didn’t want to offend him as this meal must be setting him back quite a
bit, at least by my economic standards.
“So does that mean you want to go back to my place and have me fuck your
brains out?”
Wow! Talk about out of the blue! Where the heck did THAT come from?
Like one minute we’re talking parent-teacher conferences (albeit while he
was fingering my pussy) and then wham, a crude sexual overture. For a
second he caught me off balance which clearly amused him.
“Weren’t expecting THAT one, were you?” he practically taunted me, “Well,
I don’t want you to get any wrong impressions.”
Yeah, like fingering me to an orgasm in the middle of a high class
restaurant with the waiter right in front of us was giving me any wrong
impressions!
“And by the way,” he added, patting his pocket, “I’m keeping the panties.”
Not like I expected to get them back. Giving a man your panties is one
sure way of kissing them goodbye. I’ve often thought about how much money
I could make selling my panties – certainly had enough offers!
Catching the waiter’s attention, my dad asked for the check.
“Dessert for home sir?” he said, somehow managing to keep a straight face.
It was the first time he did more than just wink and I couldn’t help but
notice he was staring at me when he said it.
It was more a rhetorical question and when my dad didn’t answer the waiter
handed him the little book with our bill inside. I couldn’t help but grin
– he seemed to have anticipated everything quite well.
Rather than pay by credit card, the bill was quickly returned with several
large bills. Either someone was in a hurry to leave or he didn’t want a
record of the evening. I preferred the former reason but it could have
been either – or both for that matter.
“Shall we?” he asked motioning for me to take the lead out of the booth.
I carefully scooted around the curved seating, trying to keep my dress
from riding totally up in the process but not succeeded entirely. I
quickly pulled it down as soon as I stood up but who knows, maybe someone
got a quick peek at what was underneath – and what wasn’t.
Our car was waiting for us – apparently the waiter had signaled for it.
Soon we were seated and on our way. I turned and smiled once we’d
maneuvered through traffic and were back on the Parkway.
“That was a lovely dinner... thank you so much.”
Keeping his eyes on the heavy traffic, he grinned and replied, “Just so
you know... I meant what I said this evening.”
I didn’t answer right away, not really sure what he was referring to, and
so he reminded me saying, “You know... about fucking your brains out.”
Ohhhhhh, THAT!
Like I was expecting anything less.
Chapter 3 - Spending the Night
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It was maybe a twenty minute ride at most to get back to his place during
which neither of us said another word. Although I don’t know for sure
what was running though his mind, being a man I figured it was most likely
limited to one of two subjects – sex and sports, and I didn’t think sports
was the topic of the night.
As for me, all I could think about was how he had fingered my pussy in the
restaurant. Yeah, sometimes it’s the little things that make the most
impact. It wasn’t like he’d done anything all that much but it just
proved a point I always make in that sex, at least for a woman, is 80-90%
mental. Yeah I know the percentages reverse for men but that just makes
it easier for us women to rule the male population. True, I loved how he
touched me and it was like he’d watched me masturbating in the past as he
seemed to know exactly how to play with my clit to make me cum the
fastest. But the physical contact wasn’t what got me off the most. No,
it was all about WHO was touching me, WHERE we were while he was touching
me, and WHO was watching – or at least COULD have watched, that really
turned me on. Maybe the only think that would’ve made it better would
have been if that cold bitch in the restroom had been seated close enough
to see me cumming!
It was tempting to lift my dress and play with myself as he drove. Like
I’ve yet to meet a man yet who objected when I’d done it! Looking back
maybe I should’ve but at the time it seemed a bit much although I was
probably being a little overly conservative. Yikes, it’s time like this
when I really feel I’m getting old! Back when I was a horny teenager I
would’ve done it without hardly a second thought but now that I’m
officially middle-aged in my thirties I find myself thinking about things
first. I was still debating with myself when he pulled into the driveway
and into the two-car garage – although his was the only car in it. Well,
we were here!
Allowing my date to take the lead, I followed him up the couple of steps
from the garage into the house. This was one of those defining moments
for any date, at least the ones I go out on – which room would we go to
first? Sure it doesn’t sound like anything all that much but it would set
the tone for the rest of the evening. It was already close to 10:00PM so
what would it be... small talk, some kissing and groping, or maybe just
getting right down to it? It’s one of those things that makes dating fun
– something new and maybe even unexpected whereas had I been coming home
with my husband it was almost always straight to the bedroom! Not that
I’m complaining...
In this case we passed the living room which took out the middle ground
option leaving the two opposite extremes. The kitchen/dining room option
usually meant a slow building evening (unless he’s really kinky) whereas
the bedroom would usually signify more urgency. Well, unless he had an
odd house with a kitchen on the second floor, it looked like urgency was
winning out.
“Do you need to use the restroom?” he asked as we reached the top of the
stairs. I shook my head so he pointed to the left saying, “OK then, I’ll
see you in a few minutes then... I could use it myself.”
Although he hadn’t drunk all that much wine during dinner I had noticed
him putting away several glasses of water. At his age it didn’t surprise
me he needed to use the restroom. He closed the door behind him, leaving
me standing alone in the hallway so I went into the bedroom and considered
my options...
Option 1 – stand there and wait for him. Assuming he just had to pee then
he wouldn’t be long so why not let him resume the lead?
Option 2 – lay on the bed fully dressed and wait for him. I could strike
a sexy pose and it seemed a little more appropriate than just standing
around doing nothing.
Option 3 – lay on the bed without my dress in just my hose and heels (face
it, nothing else would be left anyways once the dress was off). This
option had the added benefit of sending a strong message that I was in a
hurry to get things started!
Option 4 – I suppose you could call this the “pure slut option” as I could
strip off my dress and lay on the bed, maybe even masturbating when he
returned. This was one of my husband’s favorites but I quickly trashed
the idea – WAY over the top.
In the end – and I only had a brief moment to make a decision so it’s not
like I debated it forever, I chose Option 2. The king size bed was
massive in comparison to the full size bed in our apartment back home so
the hardest part was figuring out where to lay down – on the edge or more
in the middle? I chose a position about two feet inside the edge of the
mattress and lay there on my side with my legs curled behind me.
Personally I thought it was a pretty sexy pose and I hoped he’d appreciate
it was well.
Any questions along those lines were put to rest a few minutes later when
I heard the bathroom door open. With a tingle of anticipation running
through me I watched the open doorway and suddenly he appeared, dressed in
just a robe. Now THAT surprised me!
“Thought I’d slip into something a bit more comfortable,” he explained
seeing me eying the robe. Then, as if he wanted to change the topic of
discussion he said, “Wow, you are truly stunning in that dress.”
Well, considering what I paid for the darn thing – and let’s not even
THINK about it in terms of cost per yard of material, it SHOULD have
looked stunning but hopefully he was referring to what was under the dress
as much as the dress itself. I stretched out my legs and received the
response I was hoping for.
“I know I’ve said it before but you have the most incredible legs,” he
said softly as he approached the side of the bed and reached out to run
his hand along the length of my upper leg.
Then he leaned over me and put his hand on the bed behind me to steady
himself as he lowered his face to mine and kissed me. Mmmmmmm, I felt
like I was glowing!
“Step back a little,” I said to him after we’d kissed for a few minutes.
He didn’t debate and simply did as I asked, standing up straight with his
hands to his side, waiting for me to make the next move. I twisted my
legs to the side of the bed and stood up in front of him.
“Now THIS was totally unnecessary,” I remarked pointing at his robe and
then reaching for where he’d tied it in front of him.
“Well, I HAD thought about just walking in stark naked but I was afraid
that it might be a little too forward.”
We both laughed and I had to say it... “This from the same man who said he
wanted to, mmmmmmm... how did you say it... fuck my brains out?”
More laughter as I loosened the belt and opened his robe.
“Now why would you want to hide that wonderful sight from me?” I teased
him although I pleased to see that he was already erect. Well, pleased in
that I was happy to see his desire expressed in such a positive manner
although I was just a little disappointed that I wouldn’t get to watch him
grow and feel it filling my mouth as it did. Erections have always
fascinated me, especially the process of getting one, and to feel a guy
growing inside of my mouth is incredibly erotic as I know it’s me that’s
making it do that!
Slowly I reached up and pushed the robe off his shoulders, allowing it to
fall in a heap to the floor leaving him standing there as naked as the day
he was born. Extending my right hand, I carefully took his stiff dick and
wrapped my fingers around it as best I could, pulling him gently but
firmly towards me. As he got closer he put his arms around me and pulled
me in tight to his hairy chest. I maintained my grip on his cock as it
pressed into me.
“Damn it feels so good when you hold it like that,” he whispered in a
husky voice.
Again we kissed, our mouths together while his dick throbbed in my hand,
feeling so hard yet warm and soft as well. His dark pubic hair was coarse
and thick and I loved the way it felt running though my fingers. Mmmmmmm,
I wanted him!
“I’m going to suck your dick,” I informed him almost matter-of-factly, “I
want you in my mouth.”
Not surprisingly he didn’t object so I backed away just a little without
releasing my grip on him and carefully bent down, hitching up my tight
dress up my butt to allow me to dip low enough to where my face was level
with his crotch. With my nose just inches away now I could smell the
heavy musky scent of his manhood and I licked my lips in anticipation.
“Suck it... suck my dick,” he groaned, putting his hands on my head and
pressing it into his crotch where his erection waited impatiently for me.
I was only too anxious to comply! Even so, I didn’t just pull him into my
mouth but rather lifted his erect dick so it was pointing straight up and
ran my tongue from the very base all the way up the shaft to the very tip
and then back down again.
“Oh fuck that feels so good Kelly,” he groaned.
I kissed his cock, letting my lips wet his shaft as my tongues played
skillfully along the length of him. Then I focused on the underside of
the ridge around the base of the head, letting my tongue run along it and
then up the center slot to the hole at the very top. Finally, after
teasing him as long as either of us could stand it, I let the head poke
between my lips and into my mouth where my tongue again fluttered over the
end of his cock.
Did I ever mention that I LOVE sucking cock? LOL
It’s sort of amusing to me when I hear women say things like, “That’s so
dirty,” or “That’s disgusting,” when the topic of blowjobs comes up. Of
course a man needs to have decent hygiene but that goes without saying
when it comes to just about anything intimate between two people. I mean
like kissing someone with morning breath can be pretty disgusting but
nobody ever makes a blanket statement about kissing being dirty.
Another rather silly observation made by many men is that someone when a
woman gives a man a BJ she’s under his control or in some way submitting
to him. Submission to a man is an attitude, not an act. I suck a guy
because I enjoy it and I know he want me to, not because I subject myself
to his authority. If anything, I’d make the claim that the exact opposite
is true – that men submit to ME when I blow them. Really, is there much
of anything a guy won’t do to get me to suck his dick? And then when I AM
blowing him, look at the situation. Like whose most sensitive part of his
body is sliding between my teeth?
Perhaps one of the things I like about blowjobs is more to do with dicks
than what I do with them. A woman can fake an orgasm and most men can
never tell the difference. Yet for a guy, there’s no faking an erection
and the final act of ejaculation. If he’s not turned on by me his dick
won’t respond and by the same token, if he IS aroused by me there’s no way
he can stop his dick from reacting. A guy can’t fake cumming – either the
sperm erupts or it doesn’t. One of my favorite sayings is that cocks are
the world’s best lie detector. A man can tell me anything but his dick
always tells the truth.
Well, if all that is true then there was no denying how he felt about me
at this moment if the firmness of his cock was saying anything about the
matter. His dick felt so wet and smooth between my lips, the tip running
up along my tongue and then pressing against the back of my throat as he
pushed himself into me as far as he could. He would thrust himself into
my mouth and then pull out to do it again, over and over and over again.
Now and then he’d push it in and stop, holding himself up against my face
with his pubic hair smashed against my cheeks and forehead as I could hear
him groan with pleasure.
“That’s it Kelly... suck it... take it all... God I love fucking your
mouth like this!” he would moan as I felt his tremble with lust.
Then suddenly he pulled out and grabbed me by the shoulders to lift me up
to my feet again.
“Shit, that was so close,” he sighed loudly, “Don’t want to rush things
now, do we.”
It was a statement, not a question, and I was in full agreement. It’s not
like he was some horny teenage boy with the stamina of a stallion. Odds
were one good ejaculation would be all he would be good for so better to
delay it as long as possible.
He needed a moment to unwind just a little so I took the opportunity to
take off my dress, leaving me in front of him in just my hose and heels.
For a moment I contemplated stepping over to the chair by the window and
slowly removing my stockings, or even just rolling them down to my ankles
but then I figured why not just leave them on? He seemed rather obsessed
by my legs and face it, the hose showed them off to their best potential
so why mess with a good thing? Of course I left on the heels – they’d
stay on as long as possible. What is it with men that they love a woman
to wear her heels during sex? At least I don’t have to stand in them!
He started to reach for me but I wanted to stall his impending orgasm a
little while more so I playfully pushed him back and told him to just
stand there and watch me. Reaching back to the edge of the bed with both
hands, I gave a little jump and landed my bare bottom on the edge of the
bed. Reaching over to grab a pillow and pulling it behind me, I then
scooted back until my feet were on the edge of the bed while laying back
with the pillow under my upper back and head so I could watch him.
“Like the view?” I teased him spreading my knees apart and then pushing
them back together, bouncing them in and out slowly to give him a view of
my shaved pussy.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he replied with a grin as he couldn't help but
reach for his engorged cock to hold it.
“I want you to just watch me for now,” I instructed him as I ran my
fingers around my breasts and tugged playfully on the nipples. Yeah, they
were hard alright! Then I traced the backs of my fingers along my torso,
gliding slowly down my belly and then just as I approached my crotch
veered off to each side and down the insides of my legs as far as I could
reach. I could feel the goosebumps rising as I did the same in reverse
until I cupped my boobs in my hands, pulling them up until I could bend my
head down enough to lick my nipples.
All the time I kept my eyes fixed on his, noting when he seemed to react
more so I could be sure to focus on that part of me more. Of course his
eyes would widen the most as I approached my pussy and it was almost funny
to see the disappointment in them as each time I would go off to the side
just at the last moment.
As much as I was enjoying the tease, frankly after a while I wasn’t sure
who was more disappointed – him or me! My pussy was crying for attention
and since I knew he wasn’t going to complain, the next time I surprised
him by cupping my crotch with both hands, pulling up and palming my warm
wet pussy. God, it was like I was burning up down there!
“Sometimes I like to masturbate in front of a mirror,” I told him softly
as I rubbed my palm against me, “Do you want to be my mirror today?”
I’m not sure if he thought I was being truthful or just teasing him but
actually it was exactly as I said it. Indeed, sometimes I DO like to
watch myself masturbating. Yeah, maybe that sounds a little weird or even
a little bit narcissist but it’s just me I guess. In any event, he
quickly nodded which was probably all he could say at the moment without
his voice cracking.
And so it went... me masturbating in front of him. Usually I close my
eyes when I masturbate – unless I have my mirror of course. Not today
though – I was getting off as much from watching him as I was from what I
was doing to myself, maybe even more. Whatever the incentive, it didn’t
take long for my orgasm to rise within me.
“I’m cumming!” I gasped as I rubbed my clit with one hand while reaching
under my butt and fingering my pussy with the other. I was so damn wet!
The smell of my sex filled the room and I knew that if I could smell it
then so could he.
“Oh god!” I sighed, throwing my head back and gasping for air as my pussy
exploded with pleasure. My whole body felt like someone had hit my funny
bone but in this case it wasn’t just my arm that tingled – it was
EVERYTHING.
With my eyes now shut tight as I rubbed myself furiously, I wasn’t
watching him so I was surprised when I felt something pressing against my
pussy. Opening my eyes and lifting my head I saw he had moved up to the
edge of the bed and was holding his steel-like shaft up against my pussy,
trying to push my hand out of the way so he could enter me.
“I can’t take any more,” he groaned, “I want to fuck you now... shit, I
NEED to fuck you NOW!”
Not saying the feeling wasn’t mutual!
“Yes... fuck me... I want you in me,” I begged him, pulling my hands out
of the way as I lifted my hips upward to make it easier for him.
At this point I fully expected him to just ram it in me, pushing himself
into me as hard and deep as he could. So I have to say I was a little
surprised when he demonstrated more willpower than I would have given a
man in his position to possess. Instead of pressing himself into me,
which would have been easy enough in my aroused state considering how hard
he was at the time, instead he ran the head of his dick up between my
pussy lips and over my ultra-sensitized clit, rubbing it up and down as it
was his turn to tease me.
“Stop teasing me and fuck me!” I hissed at him, not entirely faking my
exasperation. Like I was ready to be fucked and so I wanted him to quit
horsing around and FUCK me!
“Well... if you insist,” he responded coyly, as if he want as anxious to
do me as I was for him to do it. Yeah right!
“Oh yesssssss!” I sighed loudly as I felt him pressing into me. I love
sex, I love every part of sex, yet I have to say the moment when a man
first enters me has got to be one of my favorites. It’s like my pussy has
two identities – one wanting him in it and the other doing everything to
stop him from doing just that. I was so wet it almost felt like I was
peeing yet when he tried to press himself into me he grunted as his dick
tried to expand my pussy to take him.
“Two kids?” he murmured as he pressed harder, “unfuckin’ believable!”
Call me lucky but that’s one thing I’ve been blessed with by God – a
really tight pussy. Yeah, childbirth tends to mess with that a bit but
before then I’ve had guys ask me if I was a virgin the first time they
fucked me – and that was well into my late twenties! I was appreciative
of his remarks though I knew I wasn’t nearly as tight as I had been in the
past.
Then the head of his dick popped in and he stopped. I could see down
between my boobs to where the shaft of his cock was aligned with my crotch
so I could see the head was nowhere in sight. Of course I didn’t need to
actually SEE it as the incredible sensations in my pussy told me where it
was! Still, it was an erotic sensation to feel him inside of me while at
the same time watching him entering me.
“Ready for more?”
Like DUH! Yeah, I was impressed. Not many men had the willpower to hold
themselves back at this stage. Just goes to show yet another reason why I
prefer sex with older men. A teenage boy would have plunged right in and
probably already cum by now!
“Yessss... fuck me,” I pleaded, “I want it ALL in me.”
At that point it was like he just caved in. Al his willpower disappeared
in a flash as he literally rammed his dick inside of me! The base of his
dick met my crotch and with the impact I felt myself pushed back a couple
of inches on the bed. Rather than pull out immediately, he ground his
cock into me, pressing himself inside of me as deeply as he could
penetrate. It was like I could feel him all the up into my belly!
For what seemed like forever, although it had to be only a minute or two
at most, we remained locked together, intimately joined as only a man and
woman can be. I looked up at his face and it was like he was meditating
or maybe he was just totally focused on the feeling of his dick buried
inside of my body. While I can’t even begin to imagine how THAT must feel
for a man, I DO know how it feels to be on the receiving end – literally.
The room was dead quiet with just the sound of him breathing deeply and
the occasional passing of a car over the brick street to break the
silence. I could feel my heart pounding as I laid on my back, not moving
a muscle as I let my knees fall to the side and accepted his penis inside
of me. It was sort of weird as without him moving the sensation of him in
me changed from one of pleasure created by the friction of his cock over
the sensitive nerve endings in my pussy to one that’s hard to describe.
It’s like I was “full”, almost like there was something inside of me
pushing to get out. Of course that makes sense as something WAS inside of
me only I don’t think it had any intention of getting out any time soon!
“Wow...,” he finally blurted out, “Your pussy feels incredible.”
I smiled and took another look down past my belly where all I could see
was the base of his shaft pressed up against my crotch, the rest of his
dick buried inside of me. “Well, I could say pretty much the same thing
about your dick,” I responded with another smile.
“Sometimes I just like to be like this,” he said, apparently feeling the
need to explain his rather unusual approach to sex. “Nothing crazy, no
banging away, just the feel of a warm pussy surrounding me.” He glanced
down and then rubbed his thumb over my clit sending little shock waves up
my spine. “Touchy, aren’t you?” he chuckled, “Do you find it more
pleasurable when I touch you when my cock is in you?”
Like duh! Was he seriously asking me a question or was it more rhetorical
as how could there be any doubt as to the answer? I say I love sucking
cock, that I love being eaten out, all sorts of things but when push comes
to shove, when the rubber hits the road, NOTHING beats sex and by
definition, sex is the entry of a male penis into a female vagina so that
means being fucked! Sure there are various levels of sex that
differentiate one time from another – primarily WHO is fucking me and my
relationship with him, but that doesn’t detract from the underlying
requirement that our bodies be joined as one.
“All I’m going to say is you damn well better keep it in me,” I
practically growled at him and then broke into a grin.
He STILL wasn’t moving though and I had to admit I was starting to wonder
how long this was going to carry on. I mean yeah, I sort of enjoyed our
moment of mutual introspection but come one, let’s get things going!
I felt a movement then but what he actually was doing was leaning down
over me and kissing my breasts, then running his tongue in little circles
around my nipples, teasing them by grabbing them with his lips and tugging
on them. Mmmmmmm, it felt so good, especially as it meant he also had to
move his dick in me during the process which made the sensations in my
boobs feel even better. I put my hands on his balding head and pressed
him into my chest.
“That’s better... suck my boobs,” I moaned softly, “Not so hard... be
nice.”
The last was when he started to get a little carried away. Sure, SOME
women love their nipples pinched and hurt but not this girl. Nope, treat
me like a princess, like your own personal Elsa. Nothing wins me over
more than to be fawned over, doted on by a loving older man like I’m his
little girl. Thankfully he took the hint quickly and stopped squeezing my
boob like he was trying to pop a water balloon!
As he leaned over it drew his cock out of me a little and then when he
stood back up again it like automatically found its way back “home” again.
I mean isn’t that what it’s all about? A cock trying to return to the
place where it came? I know, sort of a silly metaphor...
At that point he finally got down to business. Taking me by the ankles,
he lifted my legs up and over his shoulders, allowing me to lock my ankles
behind his neck so as to lift my butt up and off the pillow under me and
literally drag me into his waiting dick. He helped by cupping my butt
with his hands and lifting me up even further until I was back on my
shoulder blades. It also had the advantage of making it easy for me to
watch him fucking me. Guess it’s one reason I prefer a guy on top as I
enjoy actually watching a man as he enters me, matching up the visual with
the physical sensation for a complete experience.
From there it was sort of what I would call the “usual rotation” if you
think about it in gymnastics terms of moving from one position to another.
Next we did it doggie with me down on my elbows so my butt stuck up higher
for him. I enjoy doggie almost as much as missionary but for different
reasons. Whereas missionary adds the visual element, doggie style
provides the deepest penetration. Not THAT much more but enough to
notice. Soon he pressed down on my ass and I lay almost flat with just
the pillow under my belly as he stayed in me the entire time. On to my
side which is probably my second favorite when there’s a nice big mirror
in front of me so I can watch.
Amazingly he still hadn’t cum even thought through it all he’d maintained
a pretty good pace – enough to keep my heart racing and my breath a bit
ragged so he had to be pretty worn out by now. So when he flipped me over
on my back and mounted me I was please on the one hand that he was fucking
me in my favorite position yet on the other I was just a little concerned
he might slip and fall on top of me!
He’d pretty well stopped talking to me a while back but now he seemed to
recover his voice. “You’re incredible... god I love fucking you so much!”
“You can cum inside of me,” I whispered into his ear as he kissed my neck
and along the back of my ear. OK, so it was a silly question, as if I had
anything to say about it. Face it, once things progress to this point a
girl can say all she wants but nothing’s going to stop a guy from
ejaculating in her pussy if he’s determined to do it.
I’m sure it was just coincidence but no sooner had the words left my mouth
than he groaned loudly and felt his dick drive into me and grind into my
crotch.
“Oh god I’m cumming!” he announced as if I needed to be told. Yeah, there
are times when a guy can “stealth” cum in me but most of the time I can
tell simply from how he reacts and moves. It’s like men lose all color of
their composure and don’t even seem to realize it. Lots of guys send me
videos of them masturbating and cumming on photos of me, my relatives or
their daughters and the part I like best of them all is when he cums and I
can watch his face as he orgasms!
Whether he was just naturally gifted or simply hadn’t masturbated in a
long time, whatever the reason boy did he cum! He must have shot off ten
times into me judging from the way his butt would slam into me each time.
Of course I couldn't actually SEE how much he was shooting off each time,
it really didn’t matter when you come down to it.
Oddly, at least to me, when he finished he pulled out of me almost
immediately. I say odd in that usually a guy starts fucking me as soon as
he enters me and then they seem to like to hand around in me for a little
while at least afterwards. Today was just the opposite of the usual
protocol where he dillydallied away at first and then it was like he
couldn't get out of me fast enough once he came. Then I understood why...
“Push it out, show me a creampie.”
Oh for goodness sakes... another porn fantasy. I swear guys these days
watch entirely too much porn and think all sex should be just like it is
on their favorite porn site. I never had guys want facials so bad before
they became commonplace on the internet. The “creampie” thing was another
internet-driven fantasy I could do without as well. Sure I love a guy to
cum in me but then to spread my legs and push like I’m birthing another
baby just so he can watch his sperm drain out of me? Give me a break!
Still, I did it as I figure what’s the hurt. After all it was HIS bed
that it would be dripping down to once it made it past my ass. I bore
down until I felt the warmth of our cum dribbling out of me and down over
my asshole until it hit the bed spread. He stared at my pussy the entire
time without hardly even blinking, like he was admiring his handiwork. At
least he wasn’t taking a video the way some guys do these days with cell
phones and all!
Eventually enough was enough so I sat up and pulled the sheet down to wipe
myself off since he apparently wasn’t going to offer me an alternative. I
really didn’t want to run to the bathroom all messy. Besides, it’s not
like he wasn’t going to have to wash the bedding anyways.
I twisted around and pushed the pillow back up to the head of the bead and
laid on my side to look at him. I felt good...
“That was perfect,” he said gently as he got in bed along side of me,
stretching his naked body out along mine and putting his arms around me.
“I love you Kelly,” he whispered in my ear as he pulled me in tight to
him.
“I love you too daddy... fuck me again!”
Even if he could have recovered – a long shot at best at his age, he
didn’t get the chance before I fell asleep in my father’s arms. It was
the end of a perfect evening, one I knew he would add to his memories of
so many others we’d shared over the years. The next morning after we woke
and he fucked me quick before I dressed to go home to my family I couldn't
help but just look in his eyes after we kissed goodbye and it was all I
could do not to cry. I was so happy knowing I’d pleased my dad so well!
Yes, it was a date to remember, hopefully one my dad never forget!
THE END