Mr Miller
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(Disclaimer : Complete fiction. Contains mock daddy/daughter roleplay.)
After highschool, I was at a complete loss of what to do with my life. I didn't head straight to college as most newly graduated adults do, but instead picked up a job as a babysitter for some of the neighborhood families.
Eventually, I more or less became a nanny to one family in particular. They were a newly-wed couple, both beautiful in their own right - I admit I was rather jealous of Lisa Miller. She was slim and willowy with small but pert breasts that she often showed off with form-fitting blouses and sweaters. Her waist was trim with hips that flared and rounded into a juicy bottom. She had a mane of shiny auburn locks and green eyes hooded with long lashes. I'd consider them 'bedroom eyes' by any standard. John Miller was equally handsome, but a fair bit older than his spouse. He was extremely tall, though, and fit for his age. He had medium brown hair that was kept short and neat and blue-grey eyes that seemingly looked straight through you.. The more intimate parts of him were still a mystery to me, unfortunately.
Though, on one particularly rainy Friday night that all changed with a single phone call. Luckily for the Millers (and looking back, for me as well) I had no plans, and their request for my services was accepted. I'd forgotten my umbrella and showed up at their doorstep with my blonde ringlets sticking to my face and neck, shivering a little as I rang the doorbell.
Mr. Miller answered the door with a smile, waving me in quickly. "Courtney, I'm glad you could make it. You don't know how much we appreciate this. There's a towel in the closet if you need it." He trailed off, his eyes dipping down to take in my semi-drenched appearance, flimsy t-shirt clinging to my breasts beneath my raincoat.
The flicker of his glance was almost too quick to notice.. almost.. and my cheeks burned slightly as I returned the smile. "I'm alright, thank you Mr. Miller." A hesitant laugh escaped just as his wife appeared, her newborn cuddled in her arms. She was a vision in a simple black dress that may as well have been painted on her curves.
She approached me gracefully. "Hey Sweetie, thank you so much for this.. Luckily, Amy is nearing her bedtime.." She murmured, as she handed me the baby and the bottle currently pursed in her mouth. Automatically I began swaying a little, rocking her in my arms as I listened to the mundane courtesies. I could tell they were ready to leave, eager for a night away. I shooed them out and insisted everything would be fine and they could stay out as long as they wished.
45 minutes passed and I'd managed to settle Amy in her crib, confident she'd sleep through the night. I exhaled a sigh of relief, a small smile tugging the corner of my lips as I backed out of the nursery, shutting the door behind me. I lifted my arms up into the air and arched my back deep, those brief moments of blissful stretching passed through me until a shiver followed caused by the cool air rushing over my exposed stomach.
It was eerily quiet in the darkened hallway and I made my way quickly to the living room. Six months of babysitting for the Millers and I'd resisted the urge to snoop, but my curiosity about this glamorous couple grew harder ignore. Despite that constant nagging in the back of my mind, for nearly an hour I busied myself with a snack and television, growing more antsy as the minutes ticked by. My gaze constantly flickered to the far bedroom door which stood slightly ajar as if beckoning me.
I shifted forward in my seat on the couch, the skin-tight denim jeans stretching over my thighs naturally.. once again my t-shirt rises, this time over my lower back, exposing a little butterfly tattoo just above my right ass cheek. I brought a hand up, brushing the still moist locks of hair from my face. A flash of pearly white teeth appeared as I chewed my lower lip, mentally considering the potential ramifications of my actions.
The inner battle raged on as I forced myself to recline back into the cushions, tapping my fingers idly over my visible abdomen, one set of slender little toes mimicking the tapping of my fingers on the edge of the coffee table. The TV was just background noise now as I let my gaze settle on the Millers' bedroom door once more. If I were careful, they couldn't possibly know..
With that final thought ringing in my head, I pushed myself from my seat and slowly made my way down the hallway, flicking on a light as I went. I paused just in front, reaching my lithe fingers forward and slipping them down the smooth wooden surface. Then, before I could convince myself otherwise, I gave it a push. The door swung open easily, exposing the clean and neat interior.
Moonlight glimmered through the window shades, illuminating a king size bed that dominated the space. The dark purple comforter was plush and appeared incredibly soft. It was.. for lack of a better word, luxurious. The sheer volume of the bed dwarfed the rest of the furniture.
I was nervous, even when I knew the Millers wouldn't be home for hours. The uneasiness gradually passed and I allowed my fingertips to slip over the edge of their dresser, admiring the dark wood finish. I circled around the side of the bed, catching a glimpse of their silver laptop on the corner of their desk. "Hmm.." I wondered, aloud. A thin eyebrow lifted as I turned to face it entirely. "That could definitely pass some time.." I giggled to myself, and darted over, snatching it up in my hands and returning to the bed. I settled onto the comforter in a gentle way, hoping I wouldn't disturb the well-made bed too much.
"Let's see here.." Still mumbling under my breath as I reclined back into one of the pillows propped against the headboard, resting the laptop over my thighs. I practically sunk down into the cushions.. it was sublime. My eyes fell half-way shut as relaxation took over, caution seemingly thrown to the wind as I lifted the screen of the laptop. I turned it on and waited as patiently as possible for it to load. I was distinctly aware of the chance of a password.. and pleasantly surprised when it appeared there was none.
After a half of surfing the web, I began exploring into their files. Definitely a breach of privacy, but my curiosity was too strong. I skimmed through a few documents idly before clicking on the Video folder. Instantly a few webcam clips popped up, but the icons gave nothing away about the content.
Without blinking, I clicked one. Adjusting it to full screen, I relaxed back into the cushiony pillows, shifting to get comfortable.. after a couple of moments, my eyes widened in shock. Lisa Miller had appeared on the screen with her husband. They were kissing.. intensely.. and there was something distinctly different about the her. Gone was the sophisticated, classy woman - instead replaced with a girlish alternate. Her hair was pinned up in pigtails that naturally curled and a sheer purple nightie was clinging to her slim frame. It was barely holding to her body. One tiny tug on the little bow beneath her breasts and it would simply fall away.
I felt my breath catch, my eyes still wide with a hot rush of blood flooding my cheeks. I felt warm all over. And before I could recover from my initial shock.. they started talking.
"You've been a good little girl, and you deserve this my sweet Lisa." John murmured to her lips.. interlocked in a fierce kiss that would send any woman in her right mind swooning.
She giggled in response, the tinkling sound muffled. "T-thank you Daddy.. You don't know how much I thought about you today at class.. but.. I wasn't completely honest.. I did something bad.."
I nearly clicked the video off at that point. The heatrush swirled through my body, making me feel faint. The burning in the pit of my stomach flourished and spread until I was wet. I couldn't believe this. "Daddy?" She was really calling him.. Daddy.. I blushed a deeper pink and squirmed back into the bed.. Instinct told me to close the laptop and pretend it never happened. But the mixture of mystery, intrigue and curiosity wouldn't let me do it. I let it play on, watching in awe as they bantered.
"You know the rules. You tell Daddy the complete and honest truth, or I'll be forced to bend your adorable little ass over for a spanking you won't soon forget." John's voice turned husky and I could easily make out the bulge in his jeans.. along with her devilish hand running up his thigh, her fingertips soon tracing along the thick outline. She played the little teen act so convincingly. Her coy expression and teasing half-smile was clearly doing the trick as John's chest heaved with increasingly labored breaths.
"I.. I touched myself in class, Sir. I'm so ashamed, Daddy.. I should have told you.. but.. I didn't want you to be mad." She pouted her soft lips at him and a low growl rumbled through his chest.
"Is that all, little one?" He stood before her now. She rested on her knees at the edge of the bed, her thighs spread comfortably, her head slightly bowed with submission. She wouldn't meet his gaze as she chewed at her lower lip, her slender fingers now toying with the hem of her nightie, giving subtle flashes of matching cotton panties beneath.
"N-no.. Daddy.. My teacher saw me. He watched me.. the entire time. He put the rest of the class to work and sat at his desk and his eyes were on me. I couldn't see under his desk.. but.. but.. I think he was touching himself too, Daddy. He was stroking his.. thing.." Her words broke with a teasing, almost shy giggle.. "while watching me play with my pussy. And I came so hard Daddy. His face got all red and he was trying to keep himself in check. But.. I think he came too."
John was panting now. His cock was out.. an impressive specimen. One I'd probably never have the luck of seeing in person. He was incredibly thick and probably 8 or 9 inches long. And he was pulsing. Rock hard and sticking straight out at his "little girl." His hand circled around the girthy base, pumping along his shaft, faster and faster with Lisa's words. "My god.. You little slut. Is that how I taught you to act? Like a cum-starved whore?" His free hand suddenly jutted out to grab the back of her head, his fingers curling to take hold as he forced her head backward, muttering obscenities.
"No, Daddy. I'm so sorry.." She whimpered in response. "I was just so horny. I kept thinking about your big cock in my mouth, Daddy.. and buried in my tight little pussy.. there must be something I can do.." Her back was arched and her slim breasts were almost spilling from the flimsy nightie. The nearly useless bow was half undone, threatening to expose her body entirely.
"You already know what to do, little slut." With one swift motion, he pushed her down toward to the bed on her hands and knees. Her palms gripped the edge while her slender back curved in deep naturally, her bottom was lifted high causing the nightie to slip up over her hips, fully exposing her smooth panty-covered bottom.
I was past the point of stopping now. I was on fire. I'd never felt so turned on in my life. This beautiful couple shared a naughty, fascinating kink. Something I'd never considered, yet found myself craving. I wanted the so-called punishment she was receiving. I wanted to be his bad, slutty little daughter more than anything in the world. I set the laptop beside me and spread my legs, diving my hand into my skintight jeans. I was shocked at what I found. I was soaked. My pussy was dripping and burning with heat I'd never experienced before. And I indulged, furiously beginning to circle my fingers around my swollen, aching clit.
On the screen, Lisa was sucking her 'Daddy's' cock. Hard, and fast. She was slurping at him and easily proving his cock-starved claims. The wet, lewd sound of her lips pumping along his flesh were easily heard. Her pigtails were long and they whipped forward and back in time with her feverishly bobbing mouth. John let his hands slide up and take hold of both, wrapping the long locks once around each palm, increasing the strength of his grasp. He used them as reigns, pulling her forward deeper until the unmistakable sound of her little gags intermingled with the sloppy sucking beautifully. He didn't bother thrusting his hips, simply using her mouth for all she was worth.
Lisa was moaning, but the sounds came out as muffled, throaty noises, outmatched by the swallowing and gagging. I could see her hand slither down between her thighs, fingering her naughty little cunt wildly as she suckled his cock like a delicious treat. A hard candy that was meant to be savored. I was incredibly jealous..but even more so - aroused. I practically ripped my shirt up over my breasts, not bothering to remove it before peeling the cups of my bra down, exposing achingly hard pink nipples. I moved one hand to rest over my right tit, squeezing and twisting the little nub as my fingers nearly vibrated over my clit, the little bud of flesh throbbing with excitement.
Lisa had been sucking his cock for a good while, and John's motions became rougher and needy as the minutes passed, his hips beginning to thrust, his hands tight on her pigtails. "That's it, little girl. Fuck, Daddy taught you to be the perfect slut. You suck your Daddy's cock so well. The best little dicksucker. Who knew? Fuck!" His cock suddenly slipped out of her tightly clamped lips with a loud pop. In the blink of an eye, he had her in his arms. He picked her up from the bed with ease and ripped her cotton knickers away. She gave a small "meep" of protest for her ruined panties, but was quickly distracted by his cock thrusting inside of her.
Lisa's slender legs wrapped around him loosely, his hands kept her in place by gripping her plump little ass tightly. He grunted loudly, nearly growling with his lust, bouncing his lover in the air, pumping her soft little pussy down his cock with abandon. Her head was tossed back.. eyes shut.. squealing and mewling out her approval. Her nightie was disheveled, the thin straps slipping from her shoulders, fully exposing her once hidden breasts. Small, but perky with rose-hued nipples that stood out, stiffened with her ecstasy. She was making the most erotic little sounds, her moans mixing in with his own pleased groans perfectly.
"Ooooh, Daddy, fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me! Fuckmefuckmefuckme!" She was in bliss, her words rushed and desperate, the mantra of pleading sounds spilling from parted lips.. Her slender hips began grinding with each bounce, driving John deeper until she was screaming for it. She was close. I could tell. Her body was tremoring and her toes curled into the back of his upper thighs and ass. Her arms encircled his shoulders, clawing her nails into his flesh.
"Yeah, baby girl. You're gonna cum all over your Daddy's big cock. Soak me in your sweet juicy nectar. Fuck, you have Daddy's cock just sopping wet. Cum for Daddy, little girl!" I couldn't see his expression anymore, but I could tell by the tone he was losing himself the primal need and the thought of putting his seed in his own little daughter. He suddenly released an a****listic roar and I knew it was from the sensation of her cunt tensing on him.. squeezing him tight and deep within her welcoming heat. Her inner muscles milked every inch of his cock, buried to the hilt as she reached her climax. Her body going rigid in his arms as he continued pounding her mercilessly.
Lisa was quivering and screaming, the shrieks gradually trailing off into pleading whimpers. "Please cum in me Daddy. I need your cream inside me so bad." Her tone turned desperate as she started grinding herself harder into him. Her satisfied little pussy was still throbbing with aftershocks of her orgasm, driving him on and on. He didn't disappoint. With another low growl, he erupted inside of her. He clutched her body to his chest, sucking all over her slender throat and down her shoulder. His bucking hips turned in ragged thrusts, his knees clearly weakened from the force of his orgasm.
I couldn't resist at that point either. I came harder than I had in my entire life. I writhed and bucked my hips as waves of pleasure consumed me from the inside out. My eyes rolled back and I bit my lip to the point of breaking the tender flesh to keep from screaming. My entire body convulsed from the intensity of what I'd witnessed and the sensations I'd managed to experience with myself.
Breathless, panting moans were the only sounds escaping my lips as I turned my dazed eyes back to the screen just in time to see John collapse back on the bed with Lisa still in his lap. His cock was buried within her still. They leaned in close and I heard a quiet. "Love you Daddy." They continued the intimate moment and embrace for a few moments, murmuring to each other. Eventually, he gave her ass a light slap and she slid off his thighs. She moved to the camera and shut it off.
That was the end of the video. Still foggy-minded, I begin sliding my sore legs to the edge of the bed, dropping my feet to the floor. I closed down everything including the laptop, then returned it back it's spot. I fixed the mess of the comforter and bed pillows until eventually the room appeared as if I'd never been there. Once all was in it's rightful place, I made my way back to the living room.
When the Millers returned that night, I could barely look them in the eye. And I never looked at them the same way again..
The end.~ (or is it.)
After highschool, I was at a complete loss of what to do with my life. I didn't head straight to college as most newly graduated adults do, but instead picked up a job as a babysitter for some of the neighborhood families.
Eventually, I more or less became a nanny to one family in particular. They were a newly-wed couple, both beautiful in their own right - I admit I was rather jealous of Lisa Miller. She was slim and willowy with small but pert breasts that she often showed off with form-fitting blouses and sweaters. Her waist was trim with hips that flared and rounded into a juicy bottom. She had a mane of shiny auburn locks and green eyes hooded with long lashes. I'd consider them 'bedroom eyes' by any standard. John Miller was equally handsome, but a fair bit older than his spouse. He was extremely tall, though, and fit for his age. He had medium brown hair that was kept short and neat and blue-grey eyes that seemingly looked straight through you.. The more intimate parts of him were still a mystery to me, unfortunately.
Though, on one particularly rainy Friday night that all changed with a single phone call. Luckily for the Millers (and looking back, for me as well) I had no plans, and their request for my services was accepted. I'd forgotten my umbrella and showed up at their doorstep with my blonde ringlets sticking to my face and neck, shivering a little as I rang the doorbell.
Mr. Miller answered the door with a smile, waving me in quickly. "Courtney, I'm glad you could make it. You don't know how much we appreciate this. There's a towel in the closet if you need it." He trailed off, his eyes dipping down to take in my semi-drenched appearance, flimsy t-shirt clinging to my breasts beneath my raincoat.
The flicker of his glance was almost too quick to notice.. almost.. and my cheeks burned slightly as I returned the smile. "I'm alright, thank you Mr. Miller." A hesitant laugh escaped just as his wife appeared, her newborn cuddled in her arms. She was a vision in a simple black dress that may as well have been painted on her curves.
She approached me gracefully. "Hey Sweetie, thank you so much for this.. Luckily, Amy is nearing her bedtime.." She murmured, as she handed me the baby and the bottle currently pursed in her mouth. Automatically I began swaying a little, rocking her in my arms as I listened to the mundane courtesies. I could tell they were ready to leave, eager for a night away. I shooed them out and insisted everything would be fine and they could stay out as long as they wished.
45 minutes passed and I'd managed to settle Amy in her crib, confident she'd sleep through the night. I exhaled a sigh of relief, a small smile tugging the corner of my lips as I backed out of the nursery, shutting the door behind me. I lifted my arms up into the air and arched my back deep, those brief moments of blissful stretching passed through me until a shiver followed caused by the cool air rushing over my exposed stomach.
It was eerily quiet in the darkened hallway and I made my way quickly to the living room. Six months of babysitting for the Millers and I'd resisted the urge to snoop, but my curiosity about this glamorous couple grew harder ignore. Despite that constant nagging in the back of my mind, for nearly an hour I busied myself with a snack and television, growing more antsy as the minutes ticked by. My gaze constantly flickered to the far bedroom door which stood slightly ajar as if beckoning me.
I shifted forward in my seat on the couch, the skin-tight denim jeans stretching over my thighs naturally.. once again my t-shirt rises, this time over my lower back, exposing a little butterfly tattoo just above my right ass cheek. I brought a hand up, brushing the still moist locks of hair from my face. A flash of pearly white teeth appeared as I chewed my lower lip, mentally considering the potential ramifications of my actions.
The inner battle raged on as I forced myself to recline back into the cushions, tapping my fingers idly over my visible abdomen, one set of slender little toes mimicking the tapping of my fingers on the edge of the coffee table. The TV was just background noise now as I let my gaze settle on the Millers' bedroom door once more. If I were careful, they couldn't possibly know..
With that final thought ringing in my head, I pushed myself from my seat and slowly made my way down the hallway, flicking on a light as I went. I paused just in front, reaching my lithe fingers forward and slipping them down the smooth wooden surface. Then, before I could convince myself otherwise, I gave it a push. The door swung open easily, exposing the clean and neat interior.
Moonlight glimmered through the window shades, illuminating a king size bed that dominated the space. The dark purple comforter was plush and appeared incredibly soft. It was.. for lack of a better word, luxurious. The sheer volume of the bed dwarfed the rest of the furniture.
I was nervous, even when I knew the Millers wouldn't be home for hours. The uneasiness gradually passed and I allowed my fingertips to slip over the edge of their dresser, admiring the dark wood finish. I circled around the side of the bed, catching a glimpse of their silver laptop on the corner of their desk. "Hmm.." I wondered, aloud. A thin eyebrow lifted as I turned to face it entirely. "That could definitely pass some time.." I giggled to myself, and darted over, snatching it up in my hands and returning to the bed. I settled onto the comforter in a gentle way, hoping I wouldn't disturb the well-made bed too much.
"Let's see here.." Still mumbling under my breath as I reclined back into one of the pillows propped against the headboard, resting the laptop over my thighs. I practically sunk down into the cushions.. it was sublime. My eyes fell half-way shut as relaxation took over, caution seemingly thrown to the wind as I lifted the screen of the laptop. I turned it on and waited as patiently as possible for it to load. I was distinctly aware of the chance of a password.. and pleasantly surprised when it appeared there was none.
After a half of surfing the web, I began exploring into their files. Definitely a breach of privacy, but my curiosity was too strong. I skimmed through a few documents idly before clicking on the Video folder. Instantly a few webcam clips popped up, but the icons gave nothing away about the content.
Without blinking, I clicked one. Adjusting it to full screen, I relaxed back into the cushiony pillows, shifting to get comfortable.. after a couple of moments, my eyes widened in shock. Lisa Miller had appeared on the screen with her husband. They were kissing.. intensely.. and there was something distinctly different about the her. Gone was the sophisticated, classy woman - instead replaced with a girlish alternate. Her hair was pinned up in pigtails that naturally curled and a sheer purple nightie was clinging to her slim frame. It was barely holding to her body. One tiny tug on the little bow beneath her breasts and it would simply fall away.
I felt my breath catch, my eyes still wide with a hot rush of blood flooding my cheeks. I felt warm all over. And before I could recover from my initial shock.. they started talking.
"You've been a good little girl, and you deserve this my sweet Lisa." John murmured to her lips.. interlocked in a fierce kiss that would send any woman in her right mind swooning.
She giggled in response, the tinkling sound muffled. "T-thank you Daddy.. You don't know how much I thought about you today at class.. but.. I wasn't completely honest.. I did something bad.."
I nearly clicked the video off at that point. The heatrush swirled through my body, making me feel faint. The burning in the pit of my stomach flourished and spread until I was wet. I couldn't believe this. "Daddy?" She was really calling him.. Daddy.. I blushed a deeper pink and squirmed back into the bed.. Instinct told me to close the laptop and pretend it never happened. But the mixture of mystery, intrigue and curiosity wouldn't let me do it. I let it play on, watching in awe as they bantered.
"You know the rules. You tell Daddy the complete and honest truth, or I'll be forced to bend your adorable little ass over for a spanking you won't soon forget." John's voice turned husky and I could easily make out the bulge in his jeans.. along with her devilish hand running up his thigh, her fingertips soon tracing along the thick outline. She played the little teen act so convincingly. Her coy expression and teasing half-smile was clearly doing the trick as John's chest heaved with increasingly labored breaths.
"I.. I touched myself in class, Sir. I'm so ashamed, Daddy.. I should have told you.. but.. I didn't want you to be mad." She pouted her soft lips at him and a low growl rumbled through his chest.
"Is that all, little one?" He stood before her now. She rested on her knees at the edge of the bed, her thighs spread comfortably, her head slightly bowed with submission. She wouldn't meet his gaze as she chewed at her lower lip, her slender fingers now toying with the hem of her nightie, giving subtle flashes of matching cotton panties beneath.
"N-no.. Daddy.. My teacher saw me. He watched me.. the entire time. He put the rest of the class to work and sat at his desk and his eyes were on me. I couldn't see under his desk.. but.. but.. I think he was touching himself too, Daddy. He was stroking his.. thing.." Her words broke with a teasing, almost shy giggle.. "while watching me play with my pussy. And I came so hard Daddy. His face got all red and he was trying to keep himself in check. But.. I think he came too."
John was panting now. His cock was out.. an impressive specimen. One I'd probably never have the luck of seeing in person. He was incredibly thick and probably 8 or 9 inches long. And he was pulsing. Rock hard and sticking straight out at his "little girl." His hand circled around the girthy base, pumping along his shaft, faster and faster with Lisa's words. "My god.. You little slut. Is that how I taught you to act? Like a cum-starved whore?" His free hand suddenly jutted out to grab the back of her head, his fingers curling to take hold as he forced her head backward, muttering obscenities.
"No, Daddy. I'm so sorry.." She whimpered in response. "I was just so horny. I kept thinking about your big cock in my mouth, Daddy.. and buried in my tight little pussy.. there must be something I can do.." Her back was arched and her slim breasts were almost spilling from the flimsy nightie. The nearly useless bow was half undone, threatening to expose her body entirely.
"You already know what to do, little slut." With one swift motion, he pushed her down toward to the bed on her hands and knees. Her palms gripped the edge while her slender back curved in deep naturally, her bottom was lifted high causing the nightie to slip up over her hips, fully exposing her smooth panty-covered bottom.
I was past the point of stopping now. I was on fire. I'd never felt so turned on in my life. This beautiful couple shared a naughty, fascinating kink. Something I'd never considered, yet found myself craving. I wanted the so-called punishment she was receiving. I wanted to be his bad, slutty little daughter more than anything in the world. I set the laptop beside me and spread my legs, diving my hand into my skintight jeans. I was shocked at what I found. I was soaked. My pussy was dripping and burning with heat I'd never experienced before. And I indulged, furiously beginning to circle my fingers around my swollen, aching clit.
On the screen, Lisa was sucking her 'Daddy's' cock. Hard, and fast. She was slurping at him and easily proving his cock-starved claims. The wet, lewd sound of her lips pumping along his flesh were easily heard. Her pigtails were long and they whipped forward and back in time with her feverishly bobbing mouth. John let his hands slide up and take hold of both, wrapping the long locks once around each palm, increasing the strength of his grasp. He used them as reigns, pulling her forward deeper until the unmistakable sound of her little gags intermingled with the sloppy sucking beautifully. He didn't bother thrusting his hips, simply using her mouth for all she was worth.
Lisa was moaning, but the sounds came out as muffled, throaty noises, outmatched by the swallowing and gagging. I could see her hand slither down between her thighs, fingering her naughty little cunt wildly as she suckled his cock like a delicious treat. A hard candy that was meant to be savored. I was incredibly jealous..but even more so - aroused. I practically ripped my shirt up over my breasts, not bothering to remove it before peeling the cups of my bra down, exposing achingly hard pink nipples. I moved one hand to rest over my right tit, squeezing and twisting the little nub as my fingers nearly vibrated over my clit, the little bud of flesh throbbing with excitement.
Lisa had been sucking his cock for a good while, and John's motions became rougher and needy as the minutes passed, his hips beginning to thrust, his hands tight on her pigtails. "That's it, little girl. Fuck, Daddy taught you to be the perfect slut. You suck your Daddy's cock so well. The best little dicksucker. Who knew? Fuck!" His cock suddenly slipped out of her tightly clamped lips with a loud pop. In the blink of an eye, he had her in his arms. He picked her up from the bed with ease and ripped her cotton knickers away. She gave a small "meep" of protest for her ruined panties, but was quickly distracted by his cock thrusting inside of her.
Lisa's slender legs wrapped around him loosely, his hands kept her in place by gripping her plump little ass tightly. He grunted loudly, nearly growling with his lust, bouncing his lover in the air, pumping her soft little pussy down his cock with abandon. Her head was tossed back.. eyes shut.. squealing and mewling out her approval. Her nightie was disheveled, the thin straps slipping from her shoulders, fully exposing her once hidden breasts. Small, but perky with rose-hued nipples that stood out, stiffened with her ecstasy. She was making the most erotic little sounds, her moans mixing in with his own pleased groans perfectly.
"Ooooh, Daddy, fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me! Fuckmefuckmefuckme!" She was in bliss, her words rushed and desperate, the mantra of pleading sounds spilling from parted lips.. Her slender hips began grinding with each bounce, driving John deeper until she was screaming for it. She was close. I could tell. Her body was tremoring and her toes curled into the back of his upper thighs and ass. Her arms encircled his shoulders, clawing her nails into his flesh.
"Yeah, baby girl. You're gonna cum all over your Daddy's big cock. Soak me in your sweet juicy nectar. Fuck, you have Daddy's cock just sopping wet. Cum for Daddy, little girl!" I couldn't see his expression anymore, but I could tell by the tone he was losing himself the primal need and the thought of putting his seed in his own little daughter. He suddenly released an a****listic roar and I knew it was from the sensation of her cunt tensing on him.. squeezing him tight and deep within her welcoming heat. Her inner muscles milked every inch of his cock, buried to the hilt as she reached her climax. Her body going rigid in his arms as he continued pounding her mercilessly.
Lisa was quivering and screaming, the shrieks gradually trailing off into pleading whimpers. "Please cum in me Daddy. I need your cream inside me so bad." Her tone turned desperate as she started grinding herself harder into him. Her satisfied little pussy was still throbbing with aftershocks of her orgasm, driving him on and on. He didn't disappoint. With another low growl, he erupted inside of her. He clutched her body to his chest, sucking all over her slender throat and down her shoulder. His bucking hips turned in ragged thrusts, his knees clearly weakened from the force of his orgasm.
I couldn't resist at that point either. I came harder than I had in my entire life. I writhed and bucked my hips as waves of pleasure consumed me from the inside out. My eyes rolled back and I bit my lip to the point of breaking the tender flesh to keep from screaming. My entire body convulsed from the intensity of what I'd witnessed and the sensations I'd managed to experience with myself.
Breathless, panting moans were the only sounds escaping my lips as I turned my dazed eyes back to the screen just in time to see John collapse back on the bed with Lisa still in his lap. His cock was buried within her still. They leaned in close and I heard a quiet. "Love you Daddy." They continued the intimate moment and embrace for a few moments, murmuring to each other. Eventually, he gave her ass a light slap and she slid off his thighs. She moved to the camera and shut it off.
That was the end of the video. Still foggy-minded, I begin sliding my sore legs to the edge of the bed, dropping my feet to the floor. I closed down everything including the laptop, then returned it back it's spot. I fixed the mess of the comforter and bed pillows until eventually the room appeared as if I'd never been there. Once all was in it's rightful place, I made my way back to the living room.
When the Millers returned that night, I could barely look them in the eye. And I never looked at them the same way again..
The end.~ (or is it.)
Hortense
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