Vicky was wearing Brandon’s white button down shirt, a little drunk from being out earlier that night. The top few buttons are undone so that you can see the round fullness of her breast and the depth of her cleavage every time she lean down. The bottom of the shirt hangs to the middle of her thighs, just barely covering her ass as long as she don’t bend over. And she have her pantie on too, always the same black cotton string bikini ones she wore in high school.
She was bare feet, her long brown hair in a tousled ponytail, a little damp at the nape of her neck from sweat. Of course, she have just been fucked. Brandon, her boyfriend was still in bed, watching the movie they had popped into the VCR. she always do this, come down for a cigarette after they fuck, and if there’s a bottle of wine open in the kitchen, she would pour herself a glass. Brandon has the coolest parents. They never seem to care about that kind of stuff.
As she stepped down the last few stairs that lead into the living room, she glance at the sliding glass door to the back porch. Randy, Brandon’s dad was sitting there, at the patio table with his back to her, a cigarette in hand, glass of red wine on the table. She couldn’t help but smile when she notice that, Katherine, her boyfriend’s Mom, is nowhere to be found. She love when it’s just Randy and her. She pour herself a generous glass of wine before slipping out back, startling Randy a bit, but he smiles when he sees that it’s just her.
“Mind if I join you?” she ask a bit breathlessly, already pulling out the seat next to him and making herself at home.
“Of course not, Vicky,” he smiles and slides his pack of Marlboros across the table towards her, his eyes darting up and down her body almost too quickly for Vicky to notice.
“Thanks,” she chime a little too cheerfully, pulling a cigarette from the box. she look around for a lighter but he has it in his hand already. He flicked it for her and she lean in towards him, inhaling deeply, trying to keep her eyes on his. She think of all those old movies where the sexy, confident man lights a woman’s cigarette and they hold gazes just like she was doing with Randy right now.
“So,” She exhale and tap her cigarette onto the rim of the ashtray. “What were you thinking about all by yourself out here?” Randy smiles in his sexy way and she feel her pussy swelling a bit, moistening again in her panties.
“Oh nothing interesting… just work stuff,” he replies, blowing a thin stream of smoke out into the night. Vicky couldn’t help but smile, admiring how the smoke curls from his lips like a whisper. “How about you,” he grins. “Are you having a good night?”
She try not to smile too obviously. Randy knows what they do in Brandon’s room before she come downstairs for this smoke. In fact, sometimes he’s in his bedroom next door to them while they are doing it. Sometimes Vicky would wonder if he can hear, and what he can hear. Can he decipher her little whimpers, her moans when Brandon fucks her deep and rough? Does he hear the sound of Brandon spanking her ass, telling her what a bad little slut she was, while he fingers her hot pussy? Does he ever wonder what it would feel like, her little teenage cunt wrapped around his dick. These are what Vicky was wondering at she sat with Randy, an man old enough to be her father.
“Oh, I always have a good night when I come over to your house,” Vicky said with a smile, unable to look him directly in the eyes as she think of all the things his son has done to her that night. She took a sip from her wine and stretch her legs under the table, flinching slightly when she feel Randy’s leg brush against her bare thigh. She look up at him and bite her lower lip. she know he felt it too.
“Well,” His voice shakes a little but his gaze is steady, first locked on her eyes and then traveling lower, to her mouth, watching her wrap her full lips around the cigarette and suck on it slowly, “it always sounds like the two of you are having fun.” He laughs a little nervously. “Not that I eavesdrop or anything…”
“Of course you don’t.” She look up at him and smile, stretching again but this time letting her leg sweep along his more slowly, more deliberately, her bare foot resting along his ankle. He looks at her curiously but says nothing. “I’m sure it wouldn’t be that interesting to you anyway,” she giggled.
“Oh I wouldn’t say that, Vicky,” He replies, his voice lowering a bit, the expression on his face a little more severe than usual. “Sometimes I’m very surprised by what I hear.” She can feel the blush spread across her cheeks as he says this, like she have been caught, like she was getting in trouble. She open her mouth to say something to lighten the mood but nothing comes out. she can’t even look at him.
When she bring her cigarette to her lips, she both realize that her hand is shaking, the cigarette quivering in the air. She hear him chuckle softly and she finally bring herself look at him. His eyes are fixed on her trembling hand. “Nervous?” he asks, with an amused smile.
“Erhm… I…” Her voice trailed, growing hoarse all of a sudden. she smiled shyly, a bit embarrassed at how young she must seem… or, maybe embarrassed at how young she was. “I guess so,” She manage to say. In her fantasies she was never like this, so young and bashful, ashamed of herself even. She felt his hand resting warmly on the top of her knee, squeezing lightly. She gasped a bit and looked up at him hopefully. He smiled.
“Do I make you nervous?” He asked with a smile.
She nodded slowly, looking down but finding the courage to slip her hand on top of his where it rests on her knee. She want to keep him there, and she want so much more, if she could only tell him…
He slides his hands just a little bit higher up her leg, to her thigh. My heart starts to pound in her ears, and she can feel it in her pussy. It’s like her pussy is on fire, overheating, his hand so close… He’s leaning in now, so close to her, whispering in her ear, “Tell me, Vicky… Why do I make you nervous?”
He pulls back to look at her as she struggle for the words to tell him. she take a deep breath. “Because… you make me feel things…” her voice is shaking. “… that I’m not supposed to feel.” Her cigarette rolls out of her fingers into the ashtray, like she was too weak to hold onto it anymore. Gently, she rested her hand on top of his hand as her heart race.
Her hand was stroking the back of his hand now as it moves higher. She wanted more. She guide him to the edge of her panties and then further, his fingertips grazing the wet spot at her pussy. Her eyes meet his and she press his fingers against the wet cotton. “Do you feel that?” she ask softly.
He nods, and strokes her cunt through the panties, leaning in close to her so he can stroke her harder. She moan softly. “You make me feel like such a bad girl…”
“Of course, you are a very bad girl, Vicky,” He told her sternly in her ear. She felt his mustache tickling her there, and his breath, so warm. She move her fingers over his and help him rub her hot pussy through the panties, almost like she was using his hand to masturbate…
She felt his teeth on her ear, now his tongue, and she groaned. She can’t even control herself anymore, so greedy for him. She slip out of her chair and down to her knees on the floor, kneeling in between his legs.
“I am,” she whisper in his ear. She kiss his earlobe softly, and then she nip at it with her teeth. He rubs her pussy harder through the panties and she moan into his ear, unable to resist one more dirty whispered plea. “Please, Randy… punish me…”
She move in to kiss him and he grips her shoulders tightly, holding her in place so she can’t inch closer to him. She looked up at him and saw the look in his eyes– what is that? Anger? Lust? Disgust? She was confused.
“You want to be punished by daddy? little pretty girl?” His voice is steely but quiet. Vicky’s heart was now pounding like when she was little and getting in trouble, but also from excitement. Her nipples was tightening against Brandon’s shirt, her pussy overheating, moisture soaking the center of her panties. She weakly nod her head and he grabs her hair by her ponytail, pulling her face into the crotch of his pants. She feel his hard dick straining through the fabric, pressing into her cheek, her mouth, her chin.
“Now unzip my pants and suck my dick, little whore.”