by Amber Adams
Just thinking the nasty word sent a bolt of heat to her pussy. She was Daddy’s little cocksucker.
Suddenly, she didn’t want to wait so long to taste his cum. She sped up her motion, taking half of him into her mouth with each down stroke. Her hand jacked him and controlled the involuntary thrust of his hips. She might love sucking cock, but that didn’t mean she could take this monster into her throat. She wasn’t a porn star.
Maybe she could hire one to provide lessons. That could be fun.
She could usually tell when one of her various boyfriends was getting close, but Jeff’s orgasm came as a complete surprise to her. His eyes never wavered from hers as his cum coated her tongue. If he’d been a moment faster, he would’ve hit her tonsils, which always made breathing difficult.
Tiffany milked him and sucked, draining every last drop into her mouth. If she hadn’t been in disguise, she’d show him her mouth full of his seed, but that wasn’t an option. Men loved to see the results of their labor. Cum in the mouth, on the face, or dripping out of her well-fucked pussy. That she could show him. It wasn’t as if he’d be asking to see his stepdaughter’s pussy, right?
She made a show of swallowing his cum and smiled, knowing her eyes would reflect her expression. “Mmmm. I think someone liked that. Shall I go on?”
Jeff, though breathing hard, still looked to be totally in control of himself. “Actually, I think I should take a turn. May I touch you below the waist?”
A thrill shot through her at the thought of him burying his face between her legs. “I’d like that. You can even touch my chest, but not above the neck.”
He gestured for her to back up and stood. With deliberate motions, he stripped his clothes off, folded them neatly, and set them on the end table. That was in stark contrast to the boys her age, some of whom had managed to get clothes on the ceiling fan in their haste to disrobe.
His body was magnificent. He didn’t have an ounce of fat anywhere. His stomach was washboard flat and incredibly well defined. Sure, the hair on his chest might be going gray, but he was mouthwatering. And pussywatering, too, since moist no longer fit the bill.
She felt her juices pooling inside her as her body prepared for the fucking of her life. He was going to get totally soaked when he opened her up and she couldn’t wait to see his face smeared with her nectar.
He held out his hands and pulled her to her feet. She expected him to touch her, to undress her, but he just eased her back into the chair where he had sat.
“It’s been a while, so if I miss something you like, just speak up.”
He knelt at her feet and, rather than move up her body, he raised her feet to his lips and kissed each toe.
Her feet were fiendishly ticklish, so she repressed the strong urge to start kicking. She closed her eyes and focused on feeling the soft caress of his lips, the wet strokes of his tongue, and the heat of his breath on her skin.
He sucked her big toe into his mouth without warning, shocking her into opening her eyes. He watched her face as he slowly bobbed his head, as if he was blowing her.
Even though it couldn’t possibly be anything like what it felt for a man when she sucked his cock, it felt like a live wire between her foot and her pussy. She wasn’t the tiniest bit ticklish anymore.
Her stepfather took his time on her feet, trading one for the other and worshiping them with licks and nibbles. He obviously had a foot fetish. So, she figured, did she. She just hadn’t known it.
After a blissful ten minutes, he began working his way up her calves, adding a little massage to his actions. Every inch he climbed, the temperature in her sex went up. By the time he reached her knees, she felt like she was melting.
“God, I can’t take this anymore. Come fuck me.”
Jeff smiled and kissed behind her knee. “That wouldn’t be fair to you. After the pleasure you gave me, I want you to know what I have to offer. Trust me, you won’t be disappointed.”
Her legs trembled when he spread them wide. His touch was like fire. His kisses like little irons branding her as his pleasure slave.
Wow. That was quite the fantasy, being his dancing girl for real. She didn’t think she’d mind, but he would. She could always fantasize about it when her next boyfriend failed miserably to live up to his example.
The tension in her body was so high when he began nipping at her inner thighs that she started groaning. She couldn’t help herself. What the hell was wrong with her mother? Was she a lesbian? Not that there was anything wrong with a little girl on girl action, but still.
Jeff looked up at her, the lower half of his face obscured by her mound. “I don’t mind if you touch my head, but I’m still going to take my time.” He brought his lips close to her crotch and blew a stream of hot air right on her clit.
The world contracted and her body ached as a tiny orgasm shook her. God, he hadn’t even started having sex yet and she was a bundle of nerves. She saw his eyes light up and she knew he was grinning. Smug bastard.
His tongue lashed out, caressing her through the damp fabric. It was as if he’d touched her with a live wire. One stroke at a time, he tortured her, tasted her, and teased her.
When she couldn’t keep her hands to herself and grabbed his head, he gave in. Her body rose from the chair as he buried his face between her legs and ate her with a skill she hadn’t imagined possible. It was better than any of the straight up sex she’d had so far.
He ran his tongue around her clit in big, slow circles, but never touching it. He kept it standing at attention. His fingers stroked her labia, only slipping a fingertip into her opening to fire the nerves clustered around her opening.
The pressure inside her climbed like a teapot on boil. When she shrieked, he plunged two fingers into her depths, rubbed her G-spot, and sucked on her clit.
In poker that was called doubling down. Her pleasure didn’t peak. It kept climbing. And climbing. She writhed under his touch in what felt like a single unending orgasm. Part of her mind wondered who was screaming, and why no one went to help the poor woman. She sounded like someone was killing her.
Oh. She was making that noise.
Even when he pulled back, her body spasmed and shook. She couldn’t control her limbs or speak. It was the damnedest thing.
He knelt there watching her as she slowly came back into possession of her body. She knew she had to be a sight, lying sprawled there. His eyes only showed satisfaction.
“Oh, my God. I have never felt anything like that before.” Her voice quivered.
“I’ve made it my business to know how to please a woman. Are you ready to take the final step?”
She nodded her head jerkily. “Make love to me.”
He stood, plucked her off the seat, and took her to the love seat in the corner. He whisked the last of the scarves off her body, leaving everything exposed to him, except for her face. When he had her naked, he laid her on her back and climbed on top of her.
Unlike the foreplay, there was no teasing now. He pushed himself into her in one smooth, powerful thrust as he covered her body with his. Her body rose to meet him and they melted together.
She had heard one of her friends rave about this machine you could ride that fucked you without pause. He was like that. Relentless and powerful. He claimed her body and used it.
His mouth clamped onto the side of her neck, marking her with his hickey. Normally, she hated that kind of thing, but the burst of pain fed right into her pleasure. And, she discovered, she didn’t mind bearing his mark. In fact, she came with the delight of him claiming her roiling through her mind.
His hands found her ass and he pulled her up to meet his thrusts. She couldn’t control any aspect of their sex. He was plain fucking her and she was along for the ride. The only thing she could do, other than coming again and again, was scratch his back to bloody ribbons while he screwed her silly.
Her pleasure quickly eclipsed the formidable heights of their foreplay, taking her to a place that was like an out o
f body experience. She felt every wonderful thing he did to her, but it was so intense it was as if she was watching someone else come.
At some point, she had to have lost consciousness. The top of her head exploded and the world went black. And he was still pounding her when she came to. Until her pussy clamped down on him and froze him in his tracks while she thrashed under him in the most intense orgasm of the evening. She didn’t remember doing it, but she found herself biting his shoulder hard enough to taste blood.
Her stepfather threw his head back and came with a sound like an animal growling. His cock throbbed inside her and she felt the molten heat of his seed flooding every fold inside her. She kissed him, screaming into his mouth as that final intimacy drove her over the edge again.
They lay there for what felt like forever, a tangle of sweaty limbs, trying to breathe. His body on top of her should have felt smothering, but it didn’t. It felt right.
She licked her lips and froze. How could she kiss him through the veil? Her hand flew to her face to discover it gone. He could see her!
Her stepfather chuckled. “That veil didn’t last five minutes, Tiff. You tore it off and chunked it behind the couch. But I knew it was you before then.”
“Shit. Well, judging from the royal fucking you just gave me, I suppose you aren’t too mad. When did you know?”
He grinned. “That’s a real cute accent, but I knew you the moment I saw you.”
“Then why did you let me do this?”
“You wanted me to stop you? That wasn’t what I was getting from your body language.”
She giggled. “No! Of course I didn’t want you to stop me. Have you been doing this to girls all this time?”
He nodded. “The rumors are almost true. I lure women into the library and fuck them senseless. But this year is different.”
She ran her hands down his arms. “How so?”
“I didn’t have your mother to help me.”
Her mouth fell open. “My God, she is a lesbian!”
He kissed her on the mouth. “I thought you knew. That’s one of the reasons we split. She married me for the money and the women. I wanted more.”
She felt a slow smile creep onto her face. “Maybe you’d like a new partner in your seduction game.”
He kissed her deeply and pushed his cock deeply into her. It hadn’t gone soft. She moaned and wrapped her legs around him.
“No,” he said. “You can help me next year. Tonight, I’m all yours. Ready for round two?”
She nodded her head and prepared for even more pleasure. She wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow, but she was happier than she’d been in a long time. She’d come home.
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About Amber
Amber Adams is the girl your mother warned you about. She did all those dirty, nasty things that set your blood on fire. Now she brings that experience to her naughty stories.
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Daddy’s Masked Balls. Copyright 2011 by Amber Adams.
Smashwords Edition. Electronic edition published by Dirty Girl Publishing.
Cover Image Copyright Carlo Dapino.
All rights reserved, including the right of reproduction, in whole or in part in any form. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
