Entire SMUT CATALOG: Volume 2

by Kimberly Gray

  The man had started pumping his hips slowly, up and down. Kat held her head still and allowed him to fuck her mouth and throat. She was now able to close her lips over this huge flesh shaft, moving in and out of her throat. She was able to contain her gagging inside her mouth. The man continued his deliberate piston motions as Kat gagged, barely able to contain the flesh mass as it passed up and down her throat. She felt the man's entire body stiffen. Kat knew he was going to cum, and she pulled her head back until the head of his cock was in her mouth, her throat empty.

  The man erupted like a volcano, spewing hot, white cum into Kat's mouth in a series of hard streams. Even with her lips closed tightly around the circumference of the man's flesh shaft, his sweet, slick seed escaped from the corners of her lips, falling in a froth onto the man's naked thighs. Kat's throat muscles and tongue working with each other to swallow the warm, viscous milk that burst from the tip of the man's cock head. The man groaned as if in agony.

  The flood of cum soon came to an end. Kat had not only swallowed the man's load but had sucked his flesh hose dry. She sat up on the seat, staying near the man, and opened her mouth. Globs of white, silky cum, diluted by her saliva, lay in the cup of her bottom jaw and tongue. She made sure the man could see this, even in the dark of the car, whose only light came from the overhead street lamp.

  Slowly, she closed her cherry red lips and swallowed what remained of the man's milk. Opening her mouth again, she let the man see that she had made it disappear down her throat. She smiled, moving back to her place by the car's rear passenger door. She took a tissue from her skirt's pocket and wiped her mouth.

  “That was amazing,” the man told her, in a hoarse voice, drawing hard for breath.

  “I want you again,” He started. “I'll give you $2,000 cash for everything. I want to fuck you, eat you, fuck your ass and cum in your mouth again. This time I'll get us a motel room.” The man ended. Kat could hear the lust and longing in his voice.

  “I usually don't do anal,” Kat told him. “But for $2,500 we can do everything you want, and I'll stay with you for the night.”

  “Done,” the man agreed hurriedly, as if this offer would somehow expire. “I'll pick you up here, midnight tomorrow, OK?”

  “That'll work for me,” Kat told him. “But I'm going to let someone know where I am, what car you drive, and your plate number.” She wasn't a fool.

  “That's no problem,” the man told her. “Can you wear the same outfit?” he asked.

  “OK,” Kat told him. “I'll wash it so it smells school girl clean,” she could see the man's bulge grow beneath the cover of his sweats.

  “Thank you.”

  Kat was surprised by this. Not something a trick usually says. “I'll be at the corner, midnight sharp,” the man told her.

  “So will I,” she replied. “I'll need the cash up front, OK?” this was more of a statement than a question.

  “That's fine,” the man told her. “I'll give you crisp hundreds.”

  “OK,” Kat told him. “I'll see you here tomorrow at midnight. Don't be late.”

  “Not a chance,” again, Kat heard that twinge of familiarity in his voice. “I'll see you tomorrow.”

  And with that, Kat got out of the car and watched it speed away, heading for downtown.

  Kat had made $900 bucks that night.

  “Time to go home,” she thought.

  She retreated to the dark, where she had hidden her track pants and hoodie. Putting them on, she called a cab.

  **********

  It was nearly two in the morning when she got home. She was able to slip into the house, and make it to her room undetected. She stripped off her clothes, setting them in a pile, ready to wash tomorrow, then took a hot shower.

  As she slipped under the sheets she thought to herself. $3,400 in two days.

  “If I keep this up I'll be out of here, even sooner than I thought,” she thought.

  In just a few minutes she fell into a deep sleep. She wanted to be well rested and ready for tomorrow.

  **********

  Kat rose as she did the day before, to an empty house. After breakfast she washed her “work clothes”.

  She washed the garters by hand, making sure not to tear them, and left them hanging on a rod in the laundry room to dry. After the whirs and buzzers of the machines ended, she took out her clothes and smelt them.

  “Fresh as a daisy,” she thought.

  The last chore Kat had to complete was to shave her legs, underarms and mound. She started with her pussy. She needed it to be baby smooth, with no razor burn. With a deft hand, she removed what little stubble there was like a surgeon. She touched it. Her fingers ran smoothly across her mound, with no sign of either hair or razor burn. She smiled to herself.

  “Perfect,” she thought.

  After all was done, Kat lay on her bed and thought of the money she could make if this guy became a regular. Even if she got him one night per week, in eight weeks that would be $20,000 dollars. She knew she could make nearly double that going on other dates. When her government assistance started coming, it would be another $1,000 a month. She could probably save half of that. She could, realistically, have close to $75,000 saved up before she left. More if she did more dates.

  She smiled at the thought.

  **********

  Just like the night before, Kat slipped out of the house and took a cab to the corner. This time she brought a bag to hold her pants and hoodie, as well as other essentials. She stood under the streetlight, waiting. It was not yet midnight. She appeared just as she had last night, with one exception. Her makeup. Rather than the heavy “palette knife” application on the night before, she had gone with a more school girl look. She looked so much younger, she thought.

  It wasn't long until the big black car stopped in front of her.

  “Ready?” the man from last night asked. He was dressed exactly as he had been last night.

  “You have the cash?” she replied.

  “Yeah, 25 crisp hundreds,” the man told her. “Jump in. I have a room just up the street.”

  Kat got into the car and the man immediately gasped.

  “Is everything alright?” Kat asked, suspiciously.

  “Fine, actually great,” the man passed the envelope filled with money to her. “ Your makeup is different, your face really shines through. You're very beautiful,” the man commented.

  “Thanks. If you want I can put on more makeup and go with the red lipstick,” she told him.

  “No,” the man told her, a tone of desperation in his voice. “I like you much better this way.”

  As Kat smiled the man put the car in gear and drove the short distance to their destination. During the drive, Kat told the man he had her, and her body, until eight in the morning. As long as he could get it up, she would service him. The man acknowledged her, and they turned into the motel's parking lot.

  The man's room was on the second floor, a corner unit. They walked up the stairs and down the outside walkway to the room. Kat was surprised. The motel wasn't a cheap flop, rather, a clean, well kept building catering to businessman's needs.

  “This is getting better every minute,” she thought.

  The man slipped a key card into the lock and the door opened wide. What Kat saw was a very nicely decorated room with a king bed, a desk, a table with two chairs, an upgraded bar and a door that should lead to the bathroom. This is where the man beelined to.

  “Make yourself comfortable. There are drinks in the fridge and bottles on the bar,” with this, the door closed behind him.

  Kat had a keen sense for people, and she knew this guy was harmless. She put her bag beside the bed and poured a glass of red wine. Her doctor had told her she could have two glasses of red wine each day, in fact, he encouraged it. It was good for the blood flow.

  She propped up two pillows as a back rest and sat near the head of the bed, waiting for the man. This was not a case of “time is money”.

  The man emerg
ed from the bathroom naked, and immediately dimmed the lights of the room. Only the lamps on the night stands burned bright. He moved to her slowly.

  Finally, she saw him, and screamed.

  “Daddy!” she yelled out. “Oh my God. What are you doing? I sucked your cock last night! I even swallowed you.”

  “I know, sweetheart. Please let me explain.”

  Kat had drawn her legs to her chest, but remained on the bed.

  “I didn't know it was you last night,” her father began. “With all that makeup you looked so different, and you know I can't see clearly close up,” her father continued. “I never felt as good as I did last night. You were good, but you were gentle as well.”

  Drawing a breath, he went on. “When I saw you tonight, I knew it was you. Without the makeup, I could tell you from a mile away,” he smiled at her. “I've wanted you for such a long time. You're so beautiful. Your body is so amazing. Haven't you ever thought about us, together?” he asked, finally.

  Kat had to admit to herself she had. Her father was a handsome man, who worked our regularly, giving him a great physique.

  “Yes, daddy,” she felt herself blush as she told him this, but she felt no shame.

  “Funny,” she thought. Her father was now sitting beside her on the bed, hand running up and down her leg. Kat couldn't believe how good it felt.

  “I want you, sweetheart,” her father blurted out.

  “I want you too, daddy,” Kat looked him in his eyes.

  “Stand up. I want to take your clothes off myself.”

  Kat did as she was asked. Her father began with her crisp white blouse, undoing the buttons slowly, one by one. Kat let it slip from her shoulders to the floor. She wore no bra, and her full tits stood firm, nipples erect with anticipation. Next her father removed her skirt, letting it too, fall to the floor. Kat stood in front of him now, dressed only in a pair of tight, white cotton panties.

  Their eyes met.

  “Lay on the bed,” her father told her. Slowly she sat on the edge of the big bed, then laid fully on her back, eyes to the ceiling. She felt her father place himself between her legs, slowly removing her panties. His lips kissed her inner thighs. She broke out in goosebumps, her breath started coming in gasps. She braced herself.

  He ran his tongue slowly up the length of his daughter's soft, pink slit. He felt her body tighten as she let out a short moan. He continued until her lips turned a deeper pink, then, spreading Kat's cunt lips with his thumbs, he whipped her wet cunt flesh with his tongue. His daughter was moaning in pleasure at regular intervals, timed to each touch of his tongue on her warm, wet inner cunt flesh. The bud of her clitoris was now pink and full. He attacked it, tongue flicking like a snake's.

  Kat's mind was in a haze of ecstasy. Her father's tongue touching her in all the right places. Her fingers gripped into the mattress tightly, moans from the sensations she was experiencing escaped her. Her head moved from one side to the other, eyes closed. She licked her parched lips, then she reached an orgasm.

  He felt a flood of silky sweet fluid bathe his tongue and face as his daughter came. Waves of her sweet honey dew flowed over him. His tongue continued to beat her clit rapidly, while sucking down as much of this precious essence as he could. It was like a dream. His arms encircled her slender legs, pushing them apart while pulling them into his face simultaneously. He heard her moans of “oh, daddy,” repeat over and over as his tongue and lips ravaged her tiny cunt. With a shiver, his daughter's orgasm came to an abrupt end.

  Face covered with her cum, he moved on top of her.

  His huge, swollen member entered her smoothly. In a single, slow drive he buried it deep inside his daughter's sopping cunt. They kissed and Kat licked her honey dew from her father's face. He had felt the muscles of her cunt walls tighten when his swollen cock tip had hit home.

  “Don't hurt me, daddy,” she asked. He would try not to, but her tight, warm, wet hole begged to be pounded.

  He drew his daughter's legs up until her feet rested on the mattress, knees high. Slowly, he withdrew his massive cock from her tight, wet cunt until only his bulbous cock head remained inside her. Then, just as slowly, he drove his wide, hard shaft deep into her cunt until it could go no further. His daughter let out a short, quiet yelp every time his cock head struck bone. Her moans of “oh, daddy,” continued as she burst honey dew, covering his member and groin, over and over.

  Her father's enormous man flesh filled her tiny cunt, spreading its walls wide and reaching her innermost depths. A flash of pain hit her each time her father drove his throbbing cock home, hitting bone. It was a small price to pay for the pleasure his cock brought her. She found herself pushing her hips up to meet each thrust, ensuring every centimeter of her father's huge flesh knife was pushed deep inside her. She came over and over, her slick, silky honey dew ran over her ass cheeks and inner thighs, becoming sticky in the air. She had never believed a man's cock could feel so good inside her.

  He continued with his slow, smooth fucking of his daughter's warm, silky cunt flesh. Each time he was inside her, her warm, wet cunt walls pressed on his engorged, throbbing club. He had never fucked a cunt this tight before, and he bathed in each of the sensations it brought him. With each thrust, more of her cum, her sweet, slick honey dew, sprayed back at him. She was so wet she dripped. He felt his ball sack contract and his huge cock bulge. He was going to cum.

  Kat felt her father push hard inside her, holding his shaft and tip hard against her bone. As her father let out a long, sustained groan, she felt his hot, white cum hit her insides in hard, hot jets. She came with him.

  He emptied himself, inside his daughter, in a series of hard streams. With each one, he saw the mixture of his thick, white cum and her slick honey dew pour from around his swollen member. The pressure of his enormous man flesh and the voluminous discharge of his creamy seed could not be contained in his daughter's tiny cunt. It poured out in rivers, breaking the seal of her cunt lips on his cock. He continued to push hard into his daughter, even though he could go no further. The cocktail of his cum and hers covered him navel to balls. Feeling his cock deflate, he removed it from inside his daughter's dripping cunt.

  Kat felt her father pull out of her, and with it, huge masses of his thick, white cum, mixed with her slippery honey dew. It covered her ass, her thighs and her belly in a thick, warm blanket. She was breathing hard now, gasping for air. This had been, by far, the best fuck of her short, young life. She wanted to feel this way everyday.

  Her father rolled off her, lying at her side on the bed. His breathing was heavy and labored. Kat let her legs fall to the mattress, laying prone on her back.

  “That was unbelievable, sweetheart,” he finally was able to speak.

  “I know, daddy. You are so big!” she exclaimed. Looking down her body, she saw her belly shimmering in the light, covered with both their cum. She saw her father was just as covered.

  “Want me to get a wet cloth, daddy?” she asked.

  “Please, sweetheart,.”

  As Kat got up to go to the bathroom, her father got up and went to the bar. He pulled out a cold beer, a couple bottles of water and picked up the open bottle of red wine, filling his daughter's glass and leaving a bottle of cold water beside it.

  Kat looked at herself in the bathroom. She was disheveled. Her pigtails were a mess and cum was drying on her body. She could see her baby milk dripping from her still erect nipples. She removed the pigtails, letting her blond hair hang free. She washed her face, then her body, with a warm, water soaked cloth. After drying herself with a towel, she whetted the cloth again and brought both out to her father.

  Her father took the cloth and cleaned himself up, patting his body dry. Kat opened the bottle of water, gulped down half, then sipped on the glass of wine, her back against the pillows her father had propped up for her. He sat in the same position beside her. He saw the small trickle of sweet baby milk dripping from his daughter's full breasts. He wanted it.

 
; Without a word he rolled onto his side, placing his lips over one of his daughter's smooth, full tits and began to flick the nipple with his tongue, as he sucked down her sweet milk. The other hand was between her legs, rubbing her wet cunt lips gently. Each time he applied suction to his daughter's firm tit, he was rewarded with a gentle spray of her sweet babies milk into his mouth. He continued to suckle as his finger probed deeper into his young daughter's cunt. His forefinger soon made contact with the bud of her clitoris. He settled into a slow, soft rubbing motion.

  Kat was caught off guard. Now she looked down as he suckled like a baby, on her tit, while slowly massaging her bud. She spread her legs wider and immersed herself in the tingling sensations her father brought her.

  The warm, sweet nectar from his daughter's tit was more delicious than anything he had ever tasted. It was almost sugar sweet and so warm. His mouth began to draw more and more of this babies milk from her tit. His eyes were closed. He was in a world of his own.

  Kat's hips began to rock up and down as her father masturbated her. She was wet, but knew soon she would add to it. With a moan, warm honey dew flowed from her, warm and silky. Her father's finger never stopped. His hand was covered in her sticky wetness, as was her ass. She felt it flow over her anus, tantalizing her as it tingled from the warmth of her cum.

  He had drunk her dry. No more of the warm, sugary milk sprayed from her nipple. He pulled his head away.

  He saw his daughter coming again, with her soft, soulful moans. He felt the sticky wet of her honey dew on her ass, and on the mattress. Telling her nothing, he moved his finger from her warm, wet cunt into her slick anus, where it ran small circles around it. Slowly, his finger parted the small hole and entered her. He heard her yelp in surprise.

  “It's alright, sweetheart,” he cooed. “I promise it will only hurt a little, just this first time.”

  “Like the first time I let a boy fuck me, daddy?” she asked.

  “Just like that, sweetheart,” she thought back to that time. It didn't hurt so bad, she remembered.

  “OK, daddy. What do you want me to do?” she asked him, slightly confused.