excited as I was, his loins pushing at me as though he wanted to fuck my face. Again his cock filled me up and this time I tried to relax my whole body, if I could only get rid of the tension I figured it was possible to let him enter my throat without throwing up. Greedy yet controlled, I worked down over his thick stalk till his knob bumped against the back of my palate. It took a real struggle to stop the impulse to gag, but I did it. And once that barrier was passed I found it less difficult to take him further down.
“Oh Jesus!” Dad groaned, his strong body writhing in his executive chair. “If you only knew what that did to me! Oooh, yes! That's just marvelous!”
I heard him through a strange fuzz. Everything in me concentrated on taking his cock down my throat moving my face back and forth to allow me to breathe in time with my sucking. It was impossible to open my eyes; in fact it felt as though my whole face was full of cock, so full that all of my faculties were too congested to function. His cock bobbed jerkily inside me, pulsing and hard, and now and then his lust made him push down too deep, disturbing the rhythm of my swordswallowing act. But we managed. At last the business of his pubic hair brushed against the tip of my nose each time I pushed down over him, and thus encouraged, I took the last of his cock into my mouth. It was a moment of pure exhilaration for me. The cock that had inflamed my fantasies only the previous night was now lodged down my throat. And, if Daddy's convulsive grunts were anything to go by, I would soon be treated to a burst of his cream for dessert. I wanted him to come so badly! My lips mauled his cock, my tongue did its level best to add to the action, and all the while I sucked at him as though I wanted to draw his vital juices out of him tike milk through a straw.
Busy hands between my legs kept me from going overboard. I masturbated at a fast clip while I sucked at Daddy's dick. And, as his excitement rose, so did mine. Together we headed for the big one. It placed an intolerable strain on me to be so worked up at both ends, but with a strength borne out of desperation, I managed to keep going. My face dipped up and down, my hands worked into the soggy, hairy flesh of my cunt and, just as I thought I would have to give up, Dad let out a bull-like grunt and a second later his hot sperm boiled out of his cock to cascade down my throat. I did the best I could, swallowing and gulping, doing my utmost to get at every drop of his cream. But there was too much of it. As his cock rode in and out of my mouth the sperm oozed out from between my lips and formed long warm rivulets down my face and chest. The rest, though, went straight down, salty, whey, warm and ever so smooth, coming in strong spurts to fill me before I could get it all down. My head swam with it, my body was filled with it. Like a soothing balm it ran through me to take the pain out of my orgasm-wracked body. I sucked till there was no more and then, only then, did I fall back on the floor to give my tattered lungs a chance to catch up.
Dad sat back in his chair, his eyes still closed, his mouth slack. He looked asleep. The office was quiet now, only our heavy breathing breaking the silence. A moment's anxiety passed through my mind. Would he be smitten with guilt now that we'd done it? I hoped not. I wanted his big cock to stand up once more and to penetrate the rest of me, to cram into my every orifice till I'd had enough.
From where I lay Ms dick was the focal point. It hung down between his heavy balls, thick, still wet from my eager mouth. The rest of his body was merely an extension of his dick. I peered up at it till my innards became restless again, that strange itch way down in my belly started up, a longing for cock, his cock, to swell up and fill me! I couldn't work out why Dad was taking such a long break. Didn't he want to make love to me? Perhaps I should persuade him.
“Daddy,” I said in a soft, wheedling voice, “don't you want to make me feel good, too?” I lay back, my legs wide open and two fingers held the labia apart. “Make love to me, Daddy, I want you so much.” No response. He remained seated with his eyes closed, lost in either thought or sleep.
“Please, Daddy?” I got to my feet and walked towards him, perching my ass on his knee and rubbing my cunt along his hairy thigh. “Pretty please?” His cock began to twitch subtly, and as I watched it, the blood poured back into it and lifted the expanding cock higher by the second. But Daddy remained inert. When he was fully erect I tried to rouse him once more. And then, when I saw he was playing dead in order to ease his conscience, I threw the last of my caution to the wind. Dammit, I wanted that big cock inside me whether he felt comfortable about it or not. And so I lifted one leg to straddle his upstanding dick, and eased my cunt over the top of it.
His thick knob pushed hard at my cunt's entrance and forced the flesh apart. All the moisture that had been gathering inside me for the duration of the blow job now came forth and oiled his dick to the point at which it simply slid up me. Smooth and hard, it filled my cunt with exactly what it had been crying out for. And, adjusting my position, I got ready to ride this erection out to the very end.
“No, wait,” Dad muttered, shifting uneasily. “I don't think this is right… wait a minute!”
“Don't worry, Daddy!” I breathed, riding him at an increasingly fast pace. I could see he might very easily chicken out of this consummation. Getting blown was one thing, we'd established a precedent for that ten years earlier. But fucking! Oh, I could read him like a book. All his native priggishness came to the foreground. Fucking was too close to sin for his liking. Well, he'd have to learn to live with it.
His eyes became shifty and he grabbed at the armrest as though he was about to stand up. I thrust my loins down over his dick and pinned him down with all my might. With a concerted effort I made my vaginal muscles contract over and over, setting up a quaking motion meant to wear down his resistance. He wavered. I leaned into him so that my hard nipples pressed into his skin, and I moved my torso so as to rub them through the patch of chest hair. At the same time I showered his face with kisses, ardent and wet beseeching him to come with me.
He kept on vacillating but while his cock remained solid I didn't care. My ass pumped down over that rigid ramrod, getting all the pleasure it had to offer. It was a few sizes too big for me, stretching me to the verge of pain. That pain added to my pleasure immeasurably. I heard myself whispering words into his ear, none of them fitting together, but all of them meaning just one thing: give me more! If only he would relax.
Like a bitch in heat I used his cock to bring myself off, hunched over, nails digging into his flesh, mindlessly laboring. And Daddy sat there as unresponsive as a frigid woman. A vague sense of anger welled up in my belly. Why couldn't he let go! We were alone, the barriers had been crossed, what was stopping him? And then, like the pain, my anger contributed to my ecstasy, making me work all the harder, more frenetically, to reach my climax. My cunt was so full of juices now that each downward thrust caused air bubbles that erupted with long, tearing sounds; and each upward pull made slurping sounds. I loved the sheer vulgarity of these noises. My wetness was my womanhood, the animal me, and the product of his phallus. Fucking harder, scratching and biting at him, hissing: “Come on, Daddy, fuck me, fuck me!” Emotions rollicked through me in dense pockets, gradually forming a whirlwind of passion that filled me to the point of bursting. I couldn't last much longer-any moment now, within seconds, that balloon would burst inside me and it would be all over. If Daddy would just hold still!
With devilish timing he got up and pushed me away. His face was contorted with a mixture of emotions, ranging from shame to lust. He wanted me, I knew he did. But for the moment he couldn't let himself admit it. And so he stood there with his big cock up high, oily from my succulent cunt. He didn't know what to do next. I tried to mount him again, desperate, encircling his chest with both my arms, lifting one leg up around his waist to fit his dick back into my burning emptiness. Dad pushed me away more rudely and said: “Stop it, Kathy, that's enough now! Sit down and behave yourself!” just as though I'd bee n naughty.
“Please, Daddy, don't do this to me!” I moaned. My orgasm was just around the corner, boiling inside me waiting to explode, demanding an outlet for its energies, and he wouldn't give me the final shove! I rushed him but he stepped aside. Finally I fell to the floor on my belly, both hands reaching for my cunt. My arms were trapped between my belly and the carpet, and like a snake I crawled around on the floor as my fingers filled that terrible hole and tugged at my clitoris with brute strength. There was no sensitivity there, only a burning desire for satisfaction. Huffing and panting, rolling from side to side and rubbing my tits against the rough carpet, I lifted myself up toward my orgasm, my just dessert! Dad tried to tell me something but my moans filled my ears. Not far now, a poke here, a tug there, and at last everything inside me unfolded, poised in full bloom, then flew apart and drained out of my every pore and orifice. A euphoric indolence took over, one that had me sprawling luxuriously on the floor in a state of forgetfulness.
Dad couldn't leave me be. “Get up, Kathy,” he said in his crisp, cold father's voice. “I want you to get dressed and go home. This is shocking!” He was busy putting his clothes on. The first garment to go was the one that covered his cock. Then his pants, securely buttoned up and belted before he began with his socks and shoes. Reluctantly I got myself into the vertical position and floated to where my clothes were hanging to begin the long and tedious process of covering my nakedness. Although I'd managed to take care of myself there was still something missing-something that I'd have had if Dad had fucked me right through to the end. I resented him for
