Swap Meets (Volume 1): A 13 Book Excite Spice Hotwife MEGA Bundle (Excite Spice Boxed Sets)

by Selena Kitt

  "Now," she whispered, bucking against me, nearly sliding off the counter onto me, her hands gripping the edge, her belly quivering as I watched. I moaned, reaching my own pinnacle, my mouth clamping down on her pussy as I came, pushing my hips forward and banging against the counter.

  I gasped, sinking to my knees, and looked up at her. She was still breathing hard, her eyes on mine, half-closed and dazed. Ecstasy. That's what I saw on her face, and I knew it must be what showed on mine.

  "We better get you dressed," I said with a shaky sigh, glancing at the door. "Before Kelly comes knocking again."

  "Yeah," she breathed, sliding off the counter and reaching for her panties. She stepped into them and we didn't talk as I helped her into the fairy outfit, lacing her up tight. I wiped the dark lipstick off her cheek with a tissue where it had smeared, and she wiped it off mine where her lips had kissed me. Our eyes met and we smiled, a delicious secret passing between us in that moment.

  I stood back to look at her—she was beautiful, transformed, her gossamer wings floating behind her. Gone was the goth girl. This was a fairy princess. I wanted to sprinkle her with glitter and wrap gold ribbons in her dark hair.

  "You're something," I said, opening the door and hearing laughter.

  She put her hand against the door and closed it, leaning against me and capturing my mouth. We kissed, long and deep, and I lost myself in that kiss, the taste of the two of us mingling together.

  She smiled at me as she broke the kiss, leaving me breathless. She didn't say anything, then, just reached for the door and opened it. I followed her out. Kelly raised her eyebrows at me as we came into the living room and I shrugged.

  "There they are!" Jennifer exclaimed.

  "Trouble with all these laces," Kali mumbled. The women were ooing and ahhing over the change in her. It was pretty amazing.

  "Well, Kali, you get to keep this, for being such a good sport," Jennifer announced.

  "What did I miss?" I asked Kelly as I took my place at the loveseat. I could see the young girl in the fairy costume out of the corner of my eye, and I could still taste her in my mouth. It made me dizzy.

  "Oh, nothing," Kelly said. "We played the 'Guess My Size' game."

  "Dress size?" I asked, shocked.

  "No, bra size," Kelly laughed. "What took you guys so long?"

  "Oh nothing," I replied, hiding my smile by taking a sip of my melted daiquiri. "We were just playing a little game of our own."

  "Oh?" Kelly raised her eyebrows.

  I looked over at Kali as she floated toward me, sitting down on the sofa and being careful of her newly acquired wings.

  "What game were you two playing in the bathroom?" Kelly asked her sister-in-law.

  Kali smiled at me. "She plays a wicked game of eye-spy," she said with a cryptic wink.

  Jennifer came over and asked Kelly about something and diverted her attention. I could feel Kali's bare thigh against mine, and I noticed for the first time that her toenails were painted black. You could take the girl out of the goth...

  "Think your husband's going to like this outfit?" Kali whispered, leaning over to me.

  I smiled. "I hope so."

  I'd almost forgotten that I was going home tonight to play the schoolgirl for him. I glanced over at the young woman I had spent half an hour in the bathroom with, and realized that I now felt so much more comfortable in that role.

  Chapter 6

  I was still feeling the effects of both the alcohol and the Ecstasy when I pulled up into the driveway. I shouldn't have driven home at all, and I knew it. The light was off in the living room and I wondered if John was still up. It was going on midnight now. I could feel butterflies in my stomach as I opened the car door, the wind under my coat reminding me how little I was wearing underneath.

  The warmth of the house was a welcome, and I slipped my coat off, hanging it in the front closet and putting my purse and shoes by the stairs. "John?" I called up.

  "Yeah." His voice in the dark of the living room startled me. I could see the outline of him sitting on the sofa.

  "What are you doing in the dark?" I asked, smiling as I approached him, leaning down to turn on the lamp on the end table.

  He looked at me, his eyes dark and sweeping over my outfit. "Waiting for you."

  "You were?" I raised my eyebrows at him, trying to read his expression.

  "Come here." He held his hand out and I moved to cuddle in his lap, but he stopped me, holding my hips and shaking his head. His eyes moved over my outfit, the white thigh-highs, the red plaid skirt, the sheer blouse, tied at the waist, and the way he was looking at me made me feel weak-kneed. "I've been thinking about you in this outfit all night."

  "Do you like it...?" I knelt between his legs, looking up and biting my lip. "Daddy?"

  His eyes lit up when I said it and I heard him let out a pent-up breath. "Hell, yes."

  I knew it was the alcohol giving me courage. "Have I been a bad girl... Daddy?"

  "Have you?" he asked, tilting up my chin. I started, knowing he couldn't possibly know what happened between me and Kali tonight, but suddenly I felt very, very naughty.

  I nodded. "I've been very, very bad, Daddy."

  "Tell Daddy about it," he said, tracing the line of my jaw with his finger. His voice had that lower, sexy tone I recognized from his phone conversations.

  "I've been thinking about bad things," I said, getting into the fantasy. "About... boys."

  "What have you been thinking?" he asked, and I could see his cock through his trousers. He was getting hard.

  "I can't help it, Daddy," I murmured, putting my head on his knee and rubbing my hand slowly over his thigh. "When I think about boys... touching me... I feel all funny... down there."

  "Where do you think about them touching you?" He made a low noise in his throat when my hand brushed his cock, just lightly, before sliding back down his thigh.

  "Daddy!" I said, playing shocked, but I actually found myself blushing like a schoolgirl.

  "Are you embarrassed?" he asked, smiling. I nodded. "Then just show me. Point to where you think about boys touching you."

  "Here," I said, sitting back and biting my lip, letting my hands move over the front of my sheer blouse. I wasn't wearing a bra underneath and my nipples were hard, poking through the material.

  "Where else?" He watched me, licking his lips, his eyes following my hands. I stood, pulling my skirt up and pointing between my legs. His eyes lit up when he saw the white cotton panties I was wearing.

  "Do you ever touch yourself there?" he asked, leaning forward to look at my pussy through my panties. I could almost feel how much he wanted to touch me, the sweet taboo of the fantasy making it all the more exciting.

  "Y-yes," I admitted, finding myself blushing again.

  "Show me," he said, leaning back. His cock was tenting his trousers now and the sight of it made my mouth water.

  "Daddy!" I said again, acting shy, but I slid my panties down my thighs, lifting my skirt so he could see while I spread my lips. My pussy was still wet and swollen from Kali's sweet little tongue and I closed my eyes as I rubbed my clit, moaning as I remembered.

  "Good girl," he murmured, and I watched as his hand moved over his trousers, rubbing at his erection. "Have you ever let anyone put anything inside of you?"

  "No," I whispered, rubbing myself faster now. "But sometimes... oh Daddy..." I moaned, sliding a finger into my pussy.

  "Sometimes..." he encouraged, his eyes focused on the motion between my legs.

  "Sometimes I imagine... a great big cock..." The slippery wet noises increased as I slid another finger in.

  "That's very naughty," he said, and I could see his hand tracing the outline of his cock.

  "I know," I said, blushing. "Sometimes I even imagine..." I met his eyes, my breath coming fast, lost in the fantasy. "I even imagine your cock, Daddy."

  He groaned, unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers. "Do you want to see Daddy's cock, baby?"

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p; "Yesssss," I purred, my eyes glued between his legs. "Please, Daddy."

  "Come here," he said, holding out his hand to me. I knelt between his legs as he freed his cock. It was rock hard and he pointed it toward me. "Have you ever touched one before?"

  "No," I said, shaking my head, looking at his cock, fascinated. "Can I touch it?"

  "Yes," he said, taking my hand and wrapping it around him. He made a little noise when I rubbed my fingers over the tip. "Ohhhh that's good."

  "Does it feel good, Daddy?" I asked, watching his face.

  "Yes," he whispered, his eyes half closed. "You make Daddy feel so good, baby." His hand moved over mine as he started to stroke it, up and down the shaft.

  I took over the motion. "Like this?" I breathed.

  He groaned, nodding. "Yeah, baby. A little faster." I pumped him faster, my breath matching his, coming in short gasps. My pussy was soaking wet and I found myself completely absorbed in the fantasy.

  "Is that good?" I whispered, watching his eyes.

  "You're very good," he murmured, running a hand through my hair. "You know what would make Daddy feel even better?"

  I shook my head, watching the tip of his cock getting wet with pre-cum. He was liking this as much as I was, and that was such a turn-on.

  "Would you kiss it?" he asked, and I stopped stroking him, looking up at him with wide eyes.

  "Kiss it?" I cocked my head, biting my lip.

  "Please, baby," he murmured, pulling my head closer. "Just put your mouth on it."

  "But... Daddy..." I said, close enough that I could feel the heat of his shaft against my cheek. I put a gentle kiss on the tip and he shivered and groaned. Encouraged by his response, I kissed it again, longer and a little harder, and was rewarded by his moan.

  "Now lick it, baby," he said, pressing me toward his cock. I reached my tongue out and lapped at the tip, all around the head. "Yeahhh, that's a good girl... just like an ice cream cone."

  "Mmmmm!" I licked all down his shaft, even over his balls, making him squirm and tighten his grip in my hair.

  "I like it, Daddy," I told him, making my tongue flat and licking him from base to tip.

  "Good girl," he said, his eyes half-closed as he watched me. "Now, Daddy wants you to suck it."

  I stopped licking him, my eyes wide.

  "Just like a lollipop, baby girl," he murmured, pressing the head of his cock between my lips. "Yeahhhhhhh! That's it!" I took him into my mouth, sucking him as deep as I could into my throat. I choked a little on the length of him and that made him groan.

  "Don't stop," he murmured, and I could feel his hand reaching underneath my blouse, rubbing his fingers over the soft cup of my breast. I moaned around him when he tweaked my nipples. "Suck it good and long, baby."

  I worked my mouth up and down his shaft, taking more and more of him with every stroke. He was grunting and thrusting up hard into my throat, making me gag, but his hand in my hair kept me there, my eyes watering, gasping for breath. Finally, he pulled me away, and I could see my saliva dripping down his shaft, over his balls.

  "Fuck," he moaned, catching his breath. "You are a very, very, very naughty girl."

  "I'm sorry, Daddy," I whimpered, and I could feel my pussy dripping, my thighs soaked, my panties still twisted around my legs.

  "Is that what you've been thinking about doing with boys?" he asked, tilting my chin up with his hand.

  I nodded, my eyes wide. "Yes, Daddy."

  "Come here," he said, pulling me into his lap. He bent me over his knees and I squealed as he pulled up my skirt, tugging my panties down even further. "Naughty girls deserve spankings."

  "Daddy!" I cried, feeling his hand come down hard against my ass. I flushed, feeling immediately young, ashamed. "Oh, Daddy! Please!"

  "Are you going to be a good girl?" he asked, smacking me again. I whimpered.

  "Yes, Daddy!" I cried, feeling his hand coming down again and again. "Oh yes, I promise!"

  "Are you going to do what Daddy tells you?"

  My bottom stung, and I winced. "Yes, yes, Daddy!" I panted. "Please, anything!"

  His hand moved over my behind, caressing my ass, cool and soothing against the heat of my skin. "You have a pretty little pussy, Tara." His voice was low and full of lust.

  "You've never had a boy put his cock in you?" he asked, and I could feel his fingers probing my lips. I flushed, still panting from my spanking.

  "No, Daddy," I whispered, truly enjoying this fantasy now.

  "Don't lie to me," he said, sliding a finger in and making me moan. "I can tell."

  "I swear," I said, arching my back, feeling him slip another finger into my wetness.

  "Let me see," he said, pushing me off his lap. I fell to the floor with a startled gasp, looking up at him with wide eyes. He was smiling a small, grim smile, and I could tell he was lost in the fantasy, too. "Stand up."

  I stood before him, and I could feel my body trembling in response, just as if I were some teenager in trouble, standing before her father. Except for the dull ache between my thighs, the sensation was almost exactly the same.

  "Turn around," he insisted, and I did, holding my breath, waiting for his next instruction. "Bend over."

  Moaning, in both the humiliation and excitement of it, I bent forward, and I felt him lifting my skirt, pulling my panties down to my ankles. His fingers were probing between my lips, spreading me open. He used his other hand and grabbed my hip, pulling me roughly closer to him.

  "You're lying," he said flatly, pressing his fingers into me, making me squirm.

  "Oh, Daddy," I moaned as he slid two, three fingers into me, moving them in and out.

  "You're not a virgin," he said, and his other hand came down hard on my bottom, making me jump and squeal. "Did you have a boy's cock in here, Tara?"

  "Oh, Daddy," I moaned again, shaking my head. "No, no..."

  His hand slapped my ass again. "Don't lie to me!"

  "Yes, Daddy!" I panted. "Yes, yes!"

  "Did you like it?" he asked, fingering me harder, faster, the slippery wet noise of my cunt being fucked filling the room. "Tell me, you naughty little slut. Did you like it?"

  "Y-yes!" I cried, arching my back, fucking his fingers. My pussy was on fire.

  "Tell me," he said, and I could hear his breath coming as fast as mine. "Tell me what a naughty slut you are."

  "Oooohhh, Daddy!" I moaned, feeling his thumb rubbing my clit. "Oh God, yes, yes, I'm such a naughty little slut—I'm Daddy's dirty little girl!"

  He groaned, slapping my ass hard and standing up behind me. I could feel his cock against my thigh.

  "You liked that boy's cock in you, didn't you?" he asked, grabbing me by the hair and pulling me back against him. I gasped, my breath caught in my throat. "You're such a naughty girl, thinking about boys and their cocks and everything they want to do to you."

  I whimpered and didn't respond, but I couldn't help wiggling against him, rubbing his cock against my thigh and my ass. I'd never wanted anything so much.

  "A boy's cock isn't the same as a man's cock, Tara," he said, slapping my ass with his erection. I shivered, closing my eyes

  "Yes, Daddy," I whispered.

  "Do you want to feel a man's cock?" he asked, and I could feel him rubbing the head up and down my slit. I spread my legs a little wider, balancing myself with a hand on the end table next to me.

  "Yes, Daddy!"

  He was right there—I could feel his cock throbbing right against my hole. I wanted to slide back onto him, feel him fill me.

  "Do you want to feel Daddy's cock inside of you, baby girl?" His hands were caressing my ass.

  "Ohhhhh yes, Daddy!" I pleaded, looking over my shoulder at him. His eyes were looking between my legs, the lust in them unmistakable. "Please, please, put your big cock in me!"

  He groaned, grabbing my hips and thrusting forward. I was nearly thrown off balance as he began to slide in and out of me, working his cock in my pussy, moving his hips in small circles. He held
me tight, bending his knees a little so he was thrusting upward into me.

  "Oh God," I gasped when he reached around and found my clit, squeezing the little bud between his thumb and forefinger. "Oh, Daddy! Oh, that feels so good!"

  "You like that, baby girl?" he asked, starting to circle my clit with his finger.

  "Yes, yes, yes!" I cried, meeting his thrusts, trying to take him deeper. He was driving into me so hard now it was difficult to stay standing. He propelled me around, pressing me onto my knees on the couch. His cock slipped out of me and I groaned, reaching for it.