David’s POV.
Holy fuck! It’s what I’ve been saying under my breathe for the past five minutes now. Vera
unconsciously sucks me dirty…clean
whichever way you want to put it. But having my dick in her pretty little
mouth is the best feeling I’ve have felt.
I never knew blowjob is this delicious. I love the way she runs that long tongue of hers over the veins of my dick and gaggle as she takes another inch of my manhood into her mouth each time.
“Kid…stop…” I try to deceive myself into believing I’m forcing her to stop but I know better.
I’m not stopping her from doing such a sweet thing to me. I will never stop.
Damn, the pleasure is crippling…so awesome, wounding up my veins with vibrations.
I look down and watch the way her pink, full lips wrap around me, her saliva running down my girth down to my base.
Damn, I grow more insanely hard. The sight of it is highly sexual, erotic. I bite my lips so as not to let the groan slip from me.
I don’t want Andrei to know what’s happening. I don’t him to know I’m sheathing my hard-on into her warm mouth.
I love the way she makes slurping sounds…so hot. So crazy. She hums as if she’s tasting a candy or an ice-cream cone. Maybe I am an ice-cream
cone. I guess even while unconscious, she love the taste of my dick in her mouth.
I love it…more than anything
I have ever seen.
I grunt.. biting harshly on my lips again. I don’t know when I begin to buck my hips, and every roll of my hips upward, forcing another inch of my ten inches penis into her mouth. She gaggles. Hums…giggles.
Tears drift from the corners of her eyes as I sheath myself to the back of her throat.
When I hit the hole at the whole at the back of her throat, I gasp. My body spasms with pleasure.
I wind back a little but Vera’s refuse to let me go. She holds the base of cock and then fixes it back into her mouth, hitting her throat.
I don’t want to hurt her but I guess she’s not hurting in the slightest bit.
I lost it all. I shove my hands through my hair, tugging as I fuck her mouth, my hips roll, my dick swim in the waters of her warm mouth.
It’s so amazing. So heavenly having this first sinful swimming of my phallus into Vera’s mouth.
Dirty daughter and father affair, the voice my head rattles off with mock-laughter but I don’t
give a shit except blowing off my cum into this pool of warmth.
“Oh, Daddy…I love your dick so much…” She drunkenly whispers when she lifts her head away from my dick a bit.
I’m still trying to find a response but she already drives back, just the way I usually watch her dive into the pool at the mansion.
I grunt inwardly, bringing my head up, I look into the streets and notice how blur everywhere is. The ministrations I’m receiving are the only thing clearly visible now.
She keeps sucking me, drawing groan upon groans from my lips. I don’t remember
stopping the dance of my hips against
her mouth. We both enjoy the sin together.
Loving how it tastes and how good it feels. I never knew sin with Vera could be this good.
The thought drags my hands away from my side. I reach out to her and lift her head, I crash my lips to hers.
I kiss her, churning my lips hungrily over hers. She moans and I swallow up her moans. I hold the back of her head and slant it, then I dominate her mouth, kissing and tasting my salty arousal from her mouth.
Everything tastes better. Feels better. Great.
I run my hands down and grab those well-sculpted breasts of hers and squeeze.
She bellows in joy, I part my lips from hers and watch her she pouts unconsciously, enjoying the little squeezing tease I give her titties.
“Fuck…more.” She begs. I fire on, loving how she responds even though she’s drunk. “I’m…going to cream!” She sings to my ears.
I’m not even inside her and she’s about cum…It’s lovely. Just tell me why I wouldn’t love to experience this again?
So graphic just the way I like. So X-rated…almost better than porn because it’s real. The thick emotions of lust flowing between us are real. Not acted.
All too soon, Vera starts spasming! Damn, she’s too good. You rarely see women cumming without having a finger inside her or a dick but look here…she’s jerking like a perfect little slut for daddy.
I seize that opportunity and push her back to my dick, I fuck her mouth aiming to come while she’s coming, releasing her cum while I do so too.
My breath turns ragged when I finish pouring my cum into the depths of her mouth. Just as quickly, Andrei pulls into the mansion.
Shit, I cuss.
Vera already fell asleep with her head on my thighs. I caress her wavy hair, loving the soft texture of it.
She’s breathing heavily too and so am I. It’s a euphoric feeling.
I nudge her head aside a bit and zip up my pants. I carry her sleeping form into my hands as Andrei pulls the car open.
I search his face to know whether he found out and the redness and knowing look he gives me tells me all I need to know.
I break my gaze away from him and carry Vera upstairs. I drop her gently on the bed, sliding her hair aside, I kiss her neck, loving the pounding of her pulse against my lips.
It’s all I can do not to slide into the bed beside her. So I walk away and into my room. I find it hard to sleep on the sheets because it’s too cold.
So, I settle for re-picturing the sin we committed in the car on the way back.
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>>>Vera>>>
“Ohhh…” I grunt as I toss around the bed.
The serious pounding of my head wakes me from my sleep.
I prop up from the bed, rubbing my bleary eyes to wipe the sleep away.
I wince at the pounding again. Hangover is a bitch, I say to myself.
I must have over drank myself and now is the pay back time.
With a groan, I fall on the bed and wince.
A knock at my door alerts me of Irene’s presence.
“Vera sweetie, good morning.” She greets me, coming in with a mug of steaming coffee.
“Good morning, Irene. Tell me it’s a black coffee.” I ask, sitting up and reaching out for it.
I take a sip as she watches. “Your father asked me to make it for you. He said it’s going to help subside the hangover.”
At the mention of David, I remember what he did last night with that slut. He left me for her. I can’t forget that.
“Thanks.” I tell her.
When Irene leaves the room, telling me she’ll come back later to have the room arranged, I drop the cup of coffee. I slide to the edge of the bed, wanting to stand up but I notice the heaviness of my breasts…
It’s strange.
I look down and notice how erect my nipples are. I must have had my usual wet dreams, I muse.
Shaking my head to rid of the thought. I stand up and I feel how sticky my panties are.
Did I touch myself while I was sleeping? There’s nothing thoughts about David won’t make me do. I might have fingered myself while dreaming about him. So crazy of me.
I saunter into the bathroom, waving away the thought.
When I stand before the mirror and open the faucet so I can brush my mouth, my eyes skate down the top of my white gown I haven’t taken off.
Then my eyes bulge when I see the milky substance staining the dress shirt.
A man’s semen? How come?
As I try to speak, I notice how my jaw aches like I took something into my mouth that made my jaw ache.
What happened?
Did I mistakenly give a man a blowjob?
Who?
I rack my mind for answers and I vaguely remember David blocking Ethan from taking me away from the party.
If I wasn’t with Ethan that means I was with David…
Does that mean…I had my daddy’s cock between my lips last night?
Does that mean I gave him a blowjob?
The thought gets me confused…but…this semen is enough proof.
David fucked my mouth last night… Omigod.
To be continued…