"Eager hot daughter" - читать интересную книгу автора (Todd Ray)

CHAPTER EIGHT

Roger Baily never once regretted that night. It had been the start of a new and exciting lifestyle for the previously inhibited man. When Heather finally broke through his sexual hang-ups, he seemed to have walked into a new and wonderful world.

Whenever his wife went on overnight trips, which she was doing more and more often, he always shared his bed with his cute, sexy daughter. On evenings when his wife had to go to one of her numerous club meetings, Roger and Heather would hop into the bed for an hour or two. She introduced him to his first blow-job and many other exciting things that he'd never tried. Not since that first night together did they ever discuss the rights and wrongs of what they were doing.

Sometimes when Heather would get horny in the afternoons, she would call her father at the office and he would leave work and drive her to a motel where they'd spend the rest of the day together. His inhibitions completely gone, father and daughter were always experimenting with new sexual positions and methods. It surprised Heather how inventive her father had become.

"Gee, I love you, Daddy," the girl whispered to him all afternoon while she was vigorously sucking on his cock, trying to revive it after the wild climax they'd had only moats earlier. "You've got the neatest prick in the whole world."

"And you're my sweet fuck-doll," he smiled, gently moving his fingers around the soft, swollen lips of her cum-filled pussy.

"Daddy," she suddenly said with a faraway look in her eyes. "I guess you have sex with Mom, but we'll always fuck each other, won't we?"

"Yes, darling," he laughed. "You'll always be my fuck-doll."

Life changed for Roger Baily in other ways as well. The formerly conservative man was taking a new interest in life. For the first time in years he was noticing the legs, tits and asses on passing women. Glancing at a particularly sexy female, he would try to imagine how she would be in bed. If his daughter was such a sex-pot, he often wondered what an older, more experienced woman would be like.

His sex life with his wife had become almost nonexistent. She seemed totally uninterested, and Roger felt certain that the stuffy woman would never tolerate his new tastes and techniques, so neither made any advances to the other.

Unaware that her daughter knew of her cheating, Diane seemed to get along very well with the girl. Diane was pleased that her husband and daughter didn't object to her being away from home, and neither did young Billy. Heather was secretly glad that her mother spent a lot of time with Herb Clayton because it gave the girl more time alone with her dad.

Even Sandy Perkins, Roger's private secretary, had noticed a change in her boss' attitude. Sandy, a petite girl with a trim figure, big tits and long red hair, had been his secretary for five years. When she started working for him shortly after finishing business school, she had developed a wild crush on her handsome boss.

She'd tried a hundred ways to catch the man's attention until she realized, that he didn't even know she existed. She, as well as the other girls in the company, soon learned that they were no more than pieces of furniture to the man. He was always polite and courteous, but beyond that he was strictly business. Sandy's slim, saucy legs beneath her short skirts had never once overridden the man's eyes from his work. As the years passed, the girl had relegated him to a dusty shelf reserved for dead fossils of the dim past.

But lately she'd noticed a slight changing his behavior. The first indication had been a few weeks ago when she'd been taking dictation.

The man's words had trailed off in the middle of a sentence, and looking up, Sandy saw his eyes staring excitedly at the thighs of her crossed legs.

When she told the other girls about it, they giggled and said there must have been a dollar bill pasted to her leg. That would be the only thing that would excite him.

On a more recent occasion, he had complimented her on a blouse she was wearing that boldly revealed the cleavage of her large tits.

"That's certainly a sharp-looking blouse," he'd said. She smiled to herself, knowing that she'd worn the same garment to work at least fifteen times.

"Is it new?" he continued.

"No, not really," she'd answered as she left the room.

A few days later when Roger watched her lovely slim figure walk out of his office, he felt a tingle ripple through the head of his cock. Within a matter of seconds his big prick was throbbing excitedly in his pants. He had a wild desire to shove his pulsing cock up his secretary's hot cunt. His hard-on almost bursting with lust, Roger picked up the phone and dialed his house.

"Hello?" he heard Heather answer.

"Hi, honey," Roger replied.

"Oh, Daddy," his daughter giggled. "I was just sitting here thinking about you."

"What were you thinking about, fuck-doll?" he teased.

"Fuckin'," whispered Heather.

"I was thinking about the same thing," her father laughed.

"Daddy," she excitedly asked, "will you come home and fuck me? Mom and Billy have gone to the zoo for the day."

"That's exactly what I had in mind," her father answered, his hard cock pounding frantically in his pants. "I'll be home in twenty minutes."

"Please hurry, Daddy," she excitedly whispered. "I'm horny as hell this afternoon."

Later that day as he lay on her bed with his daughter, he relaxed as Heather sensually sucked and licked his cock back to a second hard-on. Roger's thoughts drifted back to his secretary. Closing his eyes, he could vividly imagine Sandy's soft mouth and tongue working on his prick. The thought of being sucked off by his secretary sent wild tremors racing through his body.

He couldn't understand why he had this sudden desire for his secretary after working with her for almost five years. Thinking about Sandy, he realized he knew absolutely nothing about her. He didn't know whether she had a boyfriend or whether she was engaged. But he did know he had an overwhelming desire to bury his cock deep inside her furry pussy.

The next morning when he entered the office, the sight of Sandy's big soft eyes sent a delicious warmth surging through his prick.

"Hi, Mr. Baily," she smiled, tossing her long red hair back from her face. "You're in early this morning."

"Hello, Sandy," the man answered, his eyes focused on the big firm tits pressing out against her tight-fitting sweater. "I guess I ant, but I want to catch up on some work."

"Here are some papers that need your signature," she smiled, handing them to him, "and I'll bring you a cup of coffee in a moment."

Sandy sat quietly at her desk for a few moments after Roger entered his office. She'd noticed the excited, hungry look in his eyes as he'd stared at her tits. For the first time in five years he was starting to act like a normal male, and Sandy began speculating about being fucked by the handsome man. The thought of having his cock rammed up her cunt sent crazy needles of fire tingling through her body.

Woman's intuition told her that the time was ripe and she should strike while the iron was hot. Before taking him his coffee, Sandy went into the ladies' room and removed her bra and pantyhose. Wearing nothing but her short skirt and sweater over her bare tits and pussy, she entered his office with the coffee.

"Thank you," he smiled as she set the cup on his desk. "Why don't you join me for a cup?"

She hesitated for a moment because he always dismissed her as soon as she'd served him.

"Please," he continued. "I'd like it if you would."

Watching her saucy ass swing through the door as she left for her cup, Roger Baily felt his cock give a wild lurch.

Nice to have company for a change, he smiled later when she was seated across the desk sipping her coffee.

Not answering, Sandy let her big soft eyes reply. Roger didn't miss the warm expression on her lovely face.

"Strange," he said. "After five years I hardly know you, Sandy."

"Oh, I'm just Sandy," she laughed. "I just work, eat, breathe and sometimes make love."

"That sounds like a pretty well-rounded life," Roger smiled, pleased with her direct answer. "You're not married, are you?"

"Heavens no," she giggled. "I'm having too much fun."

"Anyone in particular?" he asked. "Nope," smiled Sandy, getting up to open a window. "Not at present. I'm just shopping around."

"How's shopping?" Roger asked, his eyes on the bare thighs beneath her short skirt as she reached up and pushed the window open.

"A little slow," she replied, turning around and facing him across the room. "I'm only shopping for a playmate, not a husband."

"You shouldn't have any trouble finding playmates," he laughed.

"I don't," Sandy smiled, walking back toward his desk. "But I'm sort of particular about who uses my body."

"I… I guess you can afford to be," stammered Roger, completely captivated by the sensuous young body coming back across the room.

"How about you?" she asked, walking around the desk and perching herself on top of it next to him.

"What about me?" the man asked, her bare crossed legs only inches from his face.

"Are you available?" Sandy teased, uncrossing her legs and exposing big slab of naked thigh.

Completely bewildered, Roger was unable to answer the startling question.

"Well," the girl laughed. "I'd better get back to work."

"No," he gulped, grasping her hand in his. "Not for a few minutes."

"Your hands are so strong and gentle," Sandy whispered in a low voice, pressing his palm on her bare thigh.

Feeling her soft, hot flesh burning deliciously against his hand sent the blood surging into his rapidly swelling prick.

Facing the man as she sat on the edge of his desk, she could see the big throbbing bulge in his crotch. Daintily kicking off a shoe, she reached out with her foot and began lightly rubbing the lump in his pants with her bare toes. The feel of her warm flesh massaging his swollen cock was enough to blow Roger's mind!

"Do you like that?" she whispered, her soft eyes glowing with passion.

Roger didn't answer. He was looking at the smooth naked flesh of her partially opened thighs as she probed his cock with her delicate toes. Staring at her deliciously exposed pussy when she further spread her legs, Roger was lost in the ecstasy of the gentle foot-massage he was receiving. Unable to stand the delicious teasing any longer, he quickly lowered his zipper and yanked out his throbbing hard-on.

An excited shudder raced through Sandy's lovely body when she saw the big prick thrusting up through his open fly. Smiling at him, she began massaging his cock between the toes of both feet.

"Does this feel good, Mr. Baily?" she giggled. "D'ya like fuckin' Sandy's naughty toes?"

"Jesus, yes!" he gasped, his eyes riveted on her hot cunt slit that was so blatantly exposed only inches from his face. The soft red pussy hairs that nestled around her pussy were sparkling with droplets of cunt juice. The delicious liquid glistened on her soft, open cuntlips that exposed the pink fleshy opening of her slippery pussy mouth. He could smell the heavenly fragrance of the girl's dripping cunt.

Filled with excitement, Roger suddenly jumped up sand, throwing the girl's naked thighs over his shoulders, buried his face and mouth deep into her hot, slippery cunt.

"Oh, Christ!" she squealed with delight as she felt his big thick tongue swirling around in her juice-drenched pussy slit. "Suck me good, Mr. Baily, suck me good!"

The beautiful redhead lurched and sobbed when his tongue discovered her hard, sensitive clitoris. With her eyes closed in ecstasy and his juice-drenched face buried between her squirming thighs, neither of them noticed Brenda Williams enter the unlocked office.

Brenda Williams, who worked in the steno pool, was too startled by the scene to make a discreet exit. She stood frozen in her tracks, watching Sandy writhing around wildly on the desk while the aloof Roger Baily was frantically slobbering on the girl's pussy like a common hound dog.

Brenda Williams, a casual friend of Sandy's, had come down to see if she would join her for coffee. Seeing the door to Roger Baily's private office ajar, and knowing that the man never came in until later, she'd entered looking for Sandy.

Brenda was a big-titted girl with short blonde hair that gave her a very sensuous appearance. Sandy didn't know Brenda very well, but she'd heard through the grapevine that the male executives called her the human vacuum because she was always more than ready to suck them off.

"Oh, God, baby!" the blonde heard Sandy whimpering. "Suck my cunt good, honey! Suck me dry!"

A wild flame seared through Brenda's body when she noticed the massive hard cock thrusting out from Roger Baily's open fly. Her body seemed to turn into a pool of molten lava as she stared at his big, throbbing prick. That bloated prickknob was the most delicious looking piece of male meat she'd seen in a long time.

With her eyes glued to Roger's big cock, Brenda reached up under her skirt and began rubbing her excited clitoris. The thought of having that huge cock in her cunt, up her asshole or in her mouth, was driving her crazy. God, she needed that big beauty! Without fully realizing what she was doing, Brenda moved unnoticed across the room and, slipping behind the desk, dropped to her knees in front of Roger's cock as he stood with his face buried in Sandy's oozing cunt. Unfastening his belt, Brenda pulled his pants down around his ankles, completely exposing his big cock and balls.

Grasping the thick prickshaft with both hands, she covered his swollen knob with her hot, slippery mouth. The strong male scent of his big lusty cockhead sent wild shudders ripping through her entire body.

Roger trembled with renewed excitement when he became vaguely aware that a pair of soft lips was sucking on his cock, but he was so feverishly engrossed with eating out Sandy's dripping pussy that it all seemed quite normal to the lust-crazed man.

With her soft, juicy mouth slobbering madly on Roger's steel-hard cock, Brenda was taking the quivering knob deeper into her throat. Finally releasing the big cockhead from her mouth, Brenda began running her lips and tongue up and down the hard, sinewy shaft, saturating it with her hot slippery spit. When his cock rod was completely drenched, she began licking and sucking his massive nuts until they, too, were soaked.

Still sucking frantically on Sandy's frothy pussy, Roger was practically delirious as Brenda's juicy hot lips and mouth were giving him a blow-job that he'd never forget. It felt like she was sucking his guts right out of his prick.

Unaware of what was happening to her boss, Sandy was madly racing toward an orgasm.

"Suck, baby, suck!" she squealed. "That feels so fuckin' good, Mr. Baily! Oh, Christ, I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come!"

Her body trembling with excitement, Sandy could feel his tongue swirling deliciously against her hard quivering cunt. She could feel the overwhelming orgasm building and building up in her pleasure racked body.

"Oh, shit!" she screamed. "I'm coming! I'm coming! Coming!"

The shattering climax washed through her like a thundering surf, leaving her trembling and exhausted on the desk.

It was several moments later that Sandy became aware of Roger standing over her as he clenched the edge of the desk, his body violently shaking and his glazed eyes staring out wildly from his contorted face. It was only then that she noticed Brenda's blonde head pumping up and down over his cock. She stared in disbelief, listening to the girl's slobbering lips slurping on Roger's throbbing prick. He was gasping and moaning in ecstasy as Brenda rapidly propelled him toward a thundering orgasm.

Sandy sat up on the edge of the desk to get a better view of the wild scene. She was becoming excited all over again as she watched Roger's big, spit-soaked prick slithering in and out of the blonde's wetly slurping mouth.

Brenda was eagerly awaiting the flood of hot cum that would soon be flowing into her mouth. Sensing that Roger was on the verge of shooting, the horny blonde suddenly rammed her finger up his asshole just before the torrent of white-hot jizz gushed into her throat. As she wildly massaged his prostate with her finger, Roger continued squirting spurt after spurt of tangy cum into her sucking, slavering mouth.

She didn't release the hefty prick until she'd sucked cunt and swallowed the last tasty drop of jizz. It was only then that Roger dropped back exhausted into his chair.

Getting up from her knees, Brenda sat on the edge of the desk and faced the slumped man.

"Hi, Mr. Baily," she smiled down at him, a trickle of cum running down from the corner of her mouth. "I'm Brenda Williams from the steno pool. I'm a typist, but I'd rather suck cocks."

"Hello, Brenda," he grinned. "I don't know how well you type, but you're a great cock-sucker."

"Thank you," she giggled, running her fingers through her short blonde hair. "And you have a real beauty to suck off."

They all laughed at her observation.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Sandy suddenly asked. "And how did you get in?"

"You left the door open," was Brenda's reply as she got up to close it. "You lovers should be more careful."

"Well," giggled Sandy, "you, certainly timed it right."

"I sure did," she laughed. "And now that I've had my morning juice, I'd better get back to work."

"Want another mouthful before you leave?" teased Roger.

"No, thanks," Brenda quipped as she left the room. "But be sure and shove that beauty up Sandy's hot cunt."

Sitting on the edge of the desk, Sandy smiled down at Roger Baily's thick, limp cock draped across the slumped man's leg. Even soft it was a rugged, exciting prick to behold. Dropping to her knees in front of him, she gently took the lusty prick in her hands and began lightly licking the tip of it with her sweet, wet tongue. Sandy was pleased to feel his fleshy cock rod starting to throb and lurch in her hands.

When his cock was once more hard, she removed her skirt and sweater. Then facing him as he sat in the chair, she straddled his waist, slowly lowering her hot juicy cunt around his big throbbing cock. Suddenly filled with a renewed excitement, Roger slammed his hips up with a savage thrust, driving his raging cock deep into her hot, slippery pussyhole.

"Oh, honey," she whispered as his prick slithered deliciously between her sensitive cunt walls.

Sandy faced the man, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her big tits and nipples squishing delightfully against his face and mouth.

"Oooooooh, God," the girl squealed when he started bouncing her up and down over his cock. "That's so good, Mr. Baily! Oh, shit, it's so fucking good!"

The two lewdly coupled bodies pounded furiously against each other, straining to reach a climax.

"Oh, Christ, Mr. Baily!" she suddenly cried. "Ram your finger up my ass, honey! Hurt me, baby! Please, honey, please!"

Roger quickly moved his finger between her slippery, wet asscheeks as Sandy continued writhing up and down over his glistening prick. Opening the fleshy cheeks of her quivering ass, his fingers found her puckered asshole. Probing gently against it, he felt her tight, elastic asshole slowly open under the pressure of his trembling finger. Gently rotating his finger, he slipped it in to the first knuckle.

"Oh, Christ, that's good," she whispered.

Pushing harder, he sank his thick strong finger deeper and deeper into the warm depths of her ass.

"God, that hurts!" the girl sobbed. "Hurt me more, honey! Hurt me more!"

Mewling frantically, Sandy pushed her quivering ass against the slowly penetrating finger until it sank to the palm of his hand.

"Christ, that feels good," she whispered into his ear. "Oh, Dad, that feels good!"

Squirming her slippery asshole all around the lewdly embedded finger, Sandy continued sliding her juicy pussy up and down over his inflamed prick. Screaming and moaning, the tightly locked couple continued fucking at a furious rate.

"Aaaaaaggghhh!" Sandy hysterically screamed as his deeply embedded finger propelled her faster and faster on his rigid cock pole. Screwing her grasping cunt down tighter around his plunging cock, she desperately clung to him, her flaming cunt writhing uncontrollably down on his thrusting cock rod.

"Oh, God!" she screamed. "I'm coming, honey! I'm coming!"

With her long red hair whipping around her face and shoulders, Sandy's mouth was hanging slack and open, her eyes rolled back staring at the ceiling. She continued frantically fucking up and down over his big bursting cock.

Roger knew he couldn't last much longer when he felt his cum boiling up in his balls.

"Oh, Christ!" she squealed as his hot, thick cum gushed up into her hungry cunt. "I'm coming n… coming again!"