Jazzs First Time Max Jazz 2nd ch
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Jazz's "punishment" had lasted all of about an hour, but it had changed the way she looked at her father. He had shown such envy, such jealousy, such hurt, when he walked in on her and James. The schoolgirl outfit she was wearing was not much of a barrier between her beautiful 38 C sized breasts and James' wandering, exploritive hands. But she had to admit, the feeling of their tongues wrestling around in each others mouths, the feeling of his hands sliding up her shirt, even the feeling of shock when her daddy walked in and caught them, was very erotic, and it gave her a tingling feeling in her nether regions as she thought back on it.
She made sure she came home alone every day after that. Today was no different. She got off the school bus and walked the 4 blocks back to her medium sized 2 story house that she shared with her father. Her thoughts were racing of the other day, when her daddy came home unexpected, she could think of nothing else. Her thoughts were constantly on stepping into the shower with him, his cock full and thick, sliding in and out of her hot mouth, her daddy putting her on her knees in front of him, telling her how he wanted her to suck him. She found the breeze more cooling than usual. Looking up and down the street, she ducked into an alley shortcut to her house, pausing along the way to lift her plaid skirt to touch her panties covering her soft mound.
"Oh my god!" she thought. "I am soaked! Did my daddy turn me on that much?" She quickly picked up her pace, wanting to get home more than ever.
As she stepped into her house, she called out, "Daddy! You home?"
When she heard no response, the felt a pang of excitement as she bounded up the stairs to her room. She stripped out of her school uniform blazer, tossing it on her desk chair, along with her uniform tie,closing and locking the door behind her, catching her refection as she did. She paused, admiring herself. Her hair was halfway down her back, as red as an Irishman, with small natural curls. Her skin was not pale, but it was kissed by the sun from the summers she spent with mom in Florida, her breasts were perfectly formed 38 C's, her white button up shirt had the top 3 buttons undone, showing a valley of skin that was her cleavage. Her eyes followed her hands as they traced down past her supple breasts, down to her slim but round hips, turning sideways to bend over and look at her gorgeous round ass.
Jazz took her camera out of her desk drawer, setting it up for video and placing it pointing towards the corner of the room holding her bed and her desk, then moved to her stereo, turning on some slow r&b. She hit record on the camera, then stepped back, dancing slow and seductive to the music, unbuttoning her shirt then sliding it off and tossing it by the clothes basket, doing the same with her bra. The song ended, and she grabbed the camera, laying down on the bed.
The camera found a spot on the end of her bed with a perfect view of her pussy, her tits in the background. She laid down, and tugged her panties from under ass, lifting her legs strait up to pull them off and toss them on top of the shirt. Her pussy was throbbing and wet, begging to be played with. Her fingers undid her skirt and slid that off the bed, then traced up her sides to her small erect nipples, gently tweaking and rubbing them. One hand slid down, tickling her lips, making her gasp with pleasure. Her fingers slid in between her lips, sliding up and down from her fuck hole to her clit, playing with it, making her moan. She gently flicked her clit, sending waves of pleasure up through her body.
"Oh, god, yes," she moaned, fantasizing about her daddy once more, " just like that..." She arched her back as she slid her middle finger inside herself.
The camera was catching it all. Every moan, every arch, every flick. All of a sudden, she stopped, listening. She heard the front door close, then her daddy's footsteps headed to the kitchen.
"Oh shit!" She jumped up, turning off the camera, and shutting off the music. She hurriedly got dressed, spraying herself with a little perfume, just enough to cover the scent of her dripping cunt. She grabbed her bottle of water off the night stand, looking in the mirror, making sure she did not look as turned on as she felt.
"Shit, I am gonna get in trouble. He is gonna think I had another boy here," she thought. As she padded down the stairs, trying her best to look like just waking up from a nap, her dad was in the kitchen making a sandwich.
"Hey honey. Did I wake you?" he asked as she walked in.
"No, just a bad dream. How was work?" she replied.
"You don't wanna know. We got a new laborer, some kid fresh out of high school, wanting to learn the trade," he said with a groan.
"That sucks," she replied, pouring some soda. She wanted to ask about the other day, if it would happen again, but did not know how. "Why don't you go relax, let me cook dinner for you? It is almost 6, you know."
"I can do that. Don't burn the house down ok? I am gonna wash the funk off my nuts."
Later that night, the dishes were done, and both of them were in the living room watching some t.v. Jazz kept having thoughts of her father, the man sitting no more than 2 feet from her on the same couch, bending her over and violating her soft cunt. Her pussy starting tingling, her heart started racing. He was still in his towel from the shower an hour ago.
"I'll be right back," she said, heading to the kitchen. Her hands were shaking as she poured some O.J. and gulped it down. She poured another, but only half way.
"Hey, dad, you want a screwdriver?" she called. Jazz needed something to calm her nerves, and it was only polite to offer him something to drink as well.
"Yeah, I'll take one," was the the reply from her father. She poured another glass halfway, then added vodka to both. By the time Jazz got back to the living room, half of hers was gone, and she was feeling more confident. She sat back down and handed her father his drink, and turned back to the t.v. He was watching some spring break show, the ones where there are alot of girls in bikinis
Her nipples started poking out against her white nightshirt, the crotch of the blue booty shorts she was wearing started to get moist, and she started nibbling on the tip of her thumb, not because of the show, but the thought of her daddy pounding into her, finding out what he had in the basement. She looked over to him, and noticed a slight hump in his crotch, making her mound quiver even more.
Her glass was empty, so she got up and put it in the sink.
"Okay, Jazz. Get it together," she told herself, as she put her hand on the counter and took a breath.
As she walked back into the living room, the lump in his crotch was a little bit bigger, and he noticed her looking. Smiling, he said, "Did you like what happened the other day?"
She bit her lip and nodded. "Don't be ashamed. Its okay. Whenever you want it, just ask," he said, and went back to the t.v.
She stood there for a second, tugging on her shirt. "Oh, what the hell, just do it," she told herself. And with that, she walked around the coffee table, got on her knees in front of him, pulling the towel to the side. His cock was only half hard, but it was beautiful. She looked to his face, smiling seductively. He was watching with a small smile of excitement on his face.
"If you want me to stop, say so daddy," she said.
He reached down and guided her mouth slowly to his ball sack, while her hand worked his pole, slowly giving it the strength to rise. She slowly licked from the bottom of his sack to the base of the shaft, then slowly sucked first one, then both balls into her mouth, messaging them with her tongue. She let them slide out, then licked her way up the bottom of his shaft to the now violet, pulsating mushroom of his head. Slowly, she licked the top of his cock, putting her lips around the shaft just under his head, sliding them further and further down. Once she hit the hilt, she she started to move back up, fondling his balls the entire time.
He let out a low moan, "Oh, god yea, you know just how to suck daddies cock."
He pulled her shirt up and off, then pushed her head back down, playing with her nipples as she blew him. Around his cock, she moaned, letting him know that what he was doing was getting her more and more wet.He pulled her head off of his cock and stands up, pulling her up as well.
"You will finally get to see what I have in the basement," he said.
"Okay, but, daddy, please, eat me first," she responded.
He looked at her, thinking a moment, then said, "Okay. Sit. Ass on the edge."
She does as she is told, spreading her legs wide, giving him a clear view of her pussy lips, and the pink hole underneath. He got down on his knees, placed his arms under her thighs, letting his hands rest on top of them to hold them open, then slowly licked her lips from below her fuck hole to her hood, then back just below her clit, moving the hood aside, flicking it gently but rhythmically.
She moaned, then moaned again, "Oh--oh god, yes daddy," as she placed her hands on the back of his head and pivoted her hips up you meet his flicking tongue. Her feet pointed out, toes curling in as the climax approached, "Oh god daddy! I'm gonna come! Don't stop! Oh fuck yes!" she screamed.
"Come for daddy. Come on. Let him taste you...all of you," he said, then slid two fingers deep into her as he went back to licking her clit. She was so wet he had no problem getting in. She let out a scream as jet after jet hit his face, rolling down his chin.
He stood, taking his daughters hand as he did, and led her to the basement door. The euphoria still washed over her, the ecstasy of one of the biggest orgasms she has ever had, as she followed her very sexy, very horny father. As he opened the door, he set her down, letting her stand on shaky knees, her heart skipping a beat. She had seen her father take only a few women down here, and they had been devastated when her dad broke up with them. She was now one of the people going to his private sex kingdom.
He turned and picked her up, sliding in her with no resistance at all as she settled against him, letting out a loud moan, as she felt the large head of his penis push past her lips, into her pussy all the way to her womb. He carried her all the way down into the basement, each step bouncing her on him. She had no idea what was in store for her, but what ever it was, she knew it would be the most amazing feeling ever. Not because of the constant tickling of her clit as she walked, but because of the taboo of her father being the one to send her over the edge.
Jazz let her daddy carried her downstairs, setting her down at the base of the stairs, where she found all manner of furniture for the sexually active. There were bondage racks, tables, couches and chairs, on the walls there were whips, paddles and cuffs on metal hooks. A wave of fear hit her, making her slow her steps. Her father looked back, a quizzical look on his face. He followed her gaze to the walls, the furniture.
"If you don't feel comfortable with something, let me know. I might be a dom, but you are in no way one of my slaves. I promise, you will not be put into any of this if you don't want to be," he told her, and she relaxed, seeing him in a new light all over again. He was a caring man, sensitive to her needs and her feelings. It got her even more turned on, and she put her hand on the back of his neck, pulling his lips to hers, reaching down to stroke his big dick once more.
This time, he broke the kiss, looking around, finally setting his eyes on something hanging in the corner. She followed his gaze, and caught her breath. What she looked at was his sex swing, and she had never seen one up close.
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She made sure she came home alone every day after that. Today was no different. She got off the school bus and walked the 4 blocks back to her medium sized 2 story house that she shared with her father. Her thoughts were racing of the other day, when her daddy came home unexpected, she could think of nothing else. Her thoughts were constantly on stepping into the shower with him, his cock full and thick, sliding in and out of her hot mouth, her daddy putting her on her knees in front of him, telling her how he wanted her to suck him. She found the breeze more cooling than usual. Looking up and down the street, she ducked into an alley shortcut to her house, pausing along the way to lift her plaid skirt to touch her panties covering her soft mound.
"Oh my god!" she thought. "I am soaked! Did my daddy turn me on that much?" She quickly picked up her pace, wanting to get home more than ever.
As she stepped into her house, she called out, "Daddy! You home?"
When she heard no response, the felt a pang of excitement as she bounded up the stairs to her room. She stripped out of her school uniform blazer, tossing it on her desk chair, along with her uniform tie,closing and locking the door behind her, catching her refection as she did. She paused, admiring herself. Her hair was halfway down her back, as red as an Irishman, with small natural curls. Her skin was not pale, but it was kissed by the sun from the summers she spent with mom in Florida, her breasts were perfectly formed 38 C's, her white button up shirt had the top 3 buttons undone, showing a valley of skin that was her cleavage. Her eyes followed her hands as they traced down past her supple breasts, down to her slim but round hips, turning sideways to bend over and look at her gorgeous round ass.
Jazz took her camera out of her desk drawer, setting it up for video and placing it pointing towards the corner of the room holding her bed and her desk, then moved to her stereo, turning on some slow r&b. She hit record on the camera, then stepped back, dancing slow and seductive to the music, unbuttoning her shirt then sliding it off and tossing it by the clothes basket, doing the same with her bra. The song ended, and she grabbed the camera, laying down on the bed.
The camera found a spot on the end of her bed with a perfect view of her pussy, her tits in the background. She laid down, and tugged her panties from under ass, lifting her legs strait up to pull them off and toss them on top of the shirt. Her pussy was throbbing and wet, begging to be played with. Her fingers undid her skirt and slid that off the bed, then traced up her sides to her small erect nipples, gently tweaking and rubbing them. One hand slid down, tickling her lips, making her gasp with pleasure. Her fingers slid in between her lips, sliding up and down from her fuck hole to her clit, playing with it, making her moan. She gently flicked her clit, sending waves of pleasure up through her body.
"Oh, god, yes," she moaned, fantasizing about her daddy once more, " just like that..." She arched her back as she slid her middle finger inside herself.
The camera was catching it all. Every moan, every arch, every flick. All of a sudden, she stopped, listening. She heard the front door close, then her daddy's footsteps headed to the kitchen.
"Oh shit!" She jumped up, turning off the camera, and shutting off the music. She hurriedly got dressed, spraying herself with a little perfume, just enough to cover the scent of her dripping cunt. She grabbed her bottle of water off the night stand, looking in the mirror, making sure she did not look as turned on as she felt.
"Shit, I am gonna get in trouble. He is gonna think I had another boy here," she thought. As she padded down the stairs, trying her best to look like just waking up from a nap, her dad was in the kitchen making a sandwich.
"Hey honey. Did I wake you?" he asked as she walked in.
"No, just a bad dream. How was work?" she replied.
"You don't wanna know. We got a new laborer, some kid fresh out of high school, wanting to learn the trade," he said with a groan.
"That sucks," she replied, pouring some soda. She wanted to ask about the other day, if it would happen again, but did not know how. "Why don't you go relax, let me cook dinner for you? It is almost 6, you know."
"I can do that. Don't burn the house down ok? I am gonna wash the funk off my nuts."
Later that night, the dishes were done, and both of them were in the living room watching some t.v. Jazz kept having thoughts of her father, the man sitting no more than 2 feet from her on the same couch, bending her over and violating her soft cunt. Her pussy starting tingling, her heart started racing. He was still in his towel from the shower an hour ago.
"I'll be right back," she said, heading to the kitchen. Her hands were shaking as she poured some O.J. and gulped it down. She poured another, but only half way.
"Hey, dad, you want a screwdriver?" she called. Jazz needed something to calm her nerves, and it was only polite to offer him something to drink as well.
"Yeah, I'll take one," was the the reply from her father. She poured another glass halfway, then added vodka to both. By the time Jazz got back to the living room, half of hers was gone, and she was feeling more confident. She sat back down and handed her father his drink, and turned back to the t.v. He was watching some spring break show, the ones where there are alot of girls in bikinis
Her nipples started poking out against her white nightshirt, the crotch of the blue booty shorts she was wearing started to get moist, and she started nibbling on the tip of her thumb, not because of the show, but the thought of her daddy pounding into her, finding out what he had in the basement. She looked over to him, and noticed a slight hump in his crotch, making her mound quiver even more.
Her glass was empty, so she got up and put it in the sink.
"Okay, Jazz. Get it together," she told herself, as she put her hand on the counter and took a breath.
As she walked back into the living room, the lump in his crotch was a little bit bigger, and he noticed her looking. Smiling, he said, "Did you like what happened the other day?"
She bit her lip and nodded. "Don't be ashamed. Its okay. Whenever you want it, just ask," he said, and went back to the t.v.
She stood there for a second, tugging on her shirt. "Oh, what the hell, just do it," she told herself. And with that, she walked around the coffee table, got on her knees in front of him, pulling the towel to the side. His cock was only half hard, but it was beautiful. She looked to his face, smiling seductively. He was watching with a small smile of excitement on his face.
"If you want me to stop, say so daddy," she said.
He reached down and guided her mouth slowly to his ball sack, while her hand worked his pole, slowly giving it the strength to rise. She slowly licked from the bottom of his sack to the base of the shaft, then slowly sucked first one, then both balls into her mouth, messaging them with her tongue. She let them slide out, then licked her way up the bottom of his shaft to the now violet, pulsating mushroom of his head. Slowly, she licked the top of his cock, putting her lips around the shaft just under his head, sliding them further and further down. Once she hit the hilt, she she started to move back up, fondling his balls the entire time.
He let out a low moan, "Oh, god yea, you know just how to suck daddies cock."
He pulled her shirt up and off, then pushed her head back down, playing with her nipples as she blew him. Around his cock, she moaned, letting him know that what he was doing was getting her more and more wet.He pulled her head off of his cock and stands up, pulling her up as well.
"You will finally get to see what I have in the basement," he said.
"Okay, but, daddy, please, eat me first," she responded.
He looked at her, thinking a moment, then said, "Okay. Sit. Ass on the edge."
She does as she is told, spreading her legs wide, giving him a clear view of her pussy lips, and the pink hole underneath. He got down on his knees, placed his arms under her thighs, letting his hands rest on top of them to hold them open, then slowly licked her lips from below her fuck hole to her hood, then back just below her clit, moving the hood aside, flicking it gently but rhythmically.
She moaned, then moaned again, "Oh--oh god, yes daddy," as she placed her hands on the back of his head and pivoted her hips up you meet his flicking tongue. Her feet pointed out, toes curling in as the climax approached, "Oh god daddy! I'm gonna come! Don't stop! Oh fuck yes!" she screamed.
"Come for daddy. Come on. Let him taste you...all of you," he said, then slid two fingers deep into her as he went back to licking her clit. She was so wet he had no problem getting in. She let out a scream as jet after jet hit his face, rolling down his chin.
He stood, taking his daughters hand as he did, and led her to the basement door. The euphoria still washed over her, the ecstasy of one of the biggest orgasms she has ever had, as she followed her very sexy, very horny father. As he opened the door, he set her down, letting her stand on shaky knees, her heart skipping a beat. She had seen her father take only a few women down here, and they had been devastated when her dad broke up with them. She was now one of the people going to his private sex kingdom.
He turned and picked her up, sliding in her with no resistance at all as she settled against him, letting out a loud moan, as she felt the large head of his penis push past her lips, into her pussy all the way to her womb. He carried her all the way down into the basement, each step bouncing her on him. She had no idea what was in store for her, but what ever it was, she knew it would be the most amazing feeling ever. Not because of the constant tickling of her clit as she walked, but because of the taboo of her father being the one to send her over the edge.
Jazz let her daddy carried her downstairs, setting her down at the base of the stairs, where she found all manner of furniture for the sexually active. There were bondage racks, tables, couches and chairs, on the walls there were whips, paddles and cuffs on metal hooks. A wave of fear hit her, making her slow her steps. Her father looked back, a quizzical look on his face. He followed her gaze to the walls, the furniture.
"If you don't feel comfortable with something, let me know. I might be a dom, but you are in no way one of my slaves. I promise, you will not be put into any of this if you don't want to be," he told her, and she relaxed, seeing him in a new light all over again. He was a caring man, sensitive to her needs and her feelings. It got her even more turned on, and she put her hand on the back of his neck, pulling his lips to hers, reaching down to stroke his big dick once more.
This time, he broke the kiss, looking around, finally setting his eyes on something hanging in the corner. She followed his gaze, and caught her breath. What she looked at was his sex swing, and she had never seen one up close.
"Come. I am gonna show you theTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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