Chapter Two – Breakfast
I got home from work and changed out of my bathing suit. I had to throw it in the hamper because it had my cum all in the bottoms. I sat naked on my bed thinking about Mark. My pussy throbbed from the orgasm and ached from his beating fingers. I grabbed a blanket from the end of the bed and wrapped it around me. I was cold from the air conditioner turning on. I laid back onto my bed and thought more about Mark and his wife. I wonder if she would smell me on him. It made me hot to think about him getting caught. I rolled over and dozed off to sleep.
I woke the next morning to knocking on my bedroom door. “Sam” I heard my step dad, Paul, say. “Good morning” he said, walking over to my bed. I was still naked from the afternoon before. I stretched out, letting my tit pop out from the blanket. “Oh . . . um . . .” Paul turned around. I smiled at him. These men were so shy. I covered back up. “What are you doing” I asked him. He turned back around once he looked and saw that I was covered back up. “I was just seeing what you wanted for breakfast”. My mom didn’t live with us anymore. She had moved to California, over thirteen hours away. She offered for me to come with her, but I wanted to finish out my senior year at my high school, so I stayed with my step dad; though they are separated. He was always sweet and good to me. They had only been married for about four years. We always had a special bond. Now that I’m eighteen, though, I wanted to see just how special that bond was. “Bacon and eggs” I said, setting up letting the blanket fall to my waist. “Oh Sam” he said and turned to walk out of the room. I giggled. I loved embarrassing him.
I grabbed a large t-shirt and some sexy panties. After getting dressed I washed my face and brushed my teeth and headed into the kitchen. He was cooking the bacon and eggs on two skillets on the stove. I sat at the kitchen table and waited for him to finish. “What do you want to drink? I’ll pour us something” I said walking over to the fridge. “OJ please” he said. I grabbed the orange juice and grabbed two clear cups from the cabinet. I poured the juice and set it back into the fridge. Walking back over to the table I could see he was finishing up breakfast. I held the cups close on my nipples to get the cold to seep through my shirt. I wanted my nipples to get hard so he could see them to my shirt. I held them for a few seconds before setting them down at the table. My nipples were alert and sticking through my shirt. He turned, walked over to the kitchen table, and sat down our plates. I sat down, making sure to set up straight and press my tits out, showing him my nipples. He looked directly at them and cleared his throat, almost getting choked. I smiled to myself. It was working. I wanted to seduce him. Finally fooling with my fifty-year-old boss yesterday had me feeling hot, confident, and horny.
We ate breakfast and made small talk. We talked about the pool, weather, my job, what I wanted to do about college, and his life. It was nice to talk to him about anything. He was always a good listener. “Are you finished” I asked, gathering my silverware and plate. “Yeah, thanks” he said, wiping his mouth with a napkin. I grabbed our dishes and walked them over to the sink. I put them in the sink and started to wash them off. I purposely splashed some water on my white shirt so my brown nipples would show through. He walked over to the sink to talk to me. He saw my shirt was wet and his face got red. “Oh no, I need to go change shirts” I said, pulling my shirt tight so he could see my tits. “Yeah” he said, turning around.
I walked into my room and pulled off my shirt. I was just in my black panties. I moved over to my bed and laid flat on it. I wanted him. I wanted to see what I could make him do. I wanted to see what he could make me do. I stood back up and walked over to my closet. “Hey Paul, can you come here really quickly” I asked, standing behind my door. I was still in my underwear. He walked in my room looking for me. I shut the door behind him, making him turn around. He saw that I was shirtless and said “Sam” before trying to grab open my bedroom door. “Paul. I see how you look at me. I see your dick move when you look at my tits. I know you see the way I look at you”. I reached forward to grab his dick and he stepped back. “Sam, we shouldn’t” he said. “But I want to. I’m horny. Can’t you fix it for me? I want you to help me get an orgasm” I said, dropping to my knees. He stepped back again, but not before I could grab his basketball shorts and pull him to me. “Sam stop” he pleaded, but he didn’t step back this time. “I can be anything you want me too. I’ll be your daughter. Or your student” I started to pull his shorts down. “Or your slut. I can be your dirty little slut” I looked up at him, rubbing his legs and thighs. His dick was poking out, turning his boxers into a tent. “Just let me suck this sweet dick” I pulled his shorts down fast, before he could object and started rubbing his cock. He moaned and breathed loudly. “I want to taste your cum. I want to swallow your thick cum.” I grabbed his dick tip and popped it into my mouth. His salty cock was inviting on my tongue.
I slipped my tongue around the tip, then took it directly to the back of my throat. He moaned loud and I started sucking wildly. I didn’t want to give him time to object. I was jacking him off as I sucked him. He was moaning and clenching his ass cheeks, shoving himself deeper in my mouth. After just a few minutes, I could feel his dick start twitching. I pulled out and looked at him, jacking him off. “Oh, are you going to cum daddy? Are you going to cum in your sweet daughters mouth” I asked? He grabbed my head and shoved it down on his cock. I took it to the back and started to swallow his large loud of cum. He kept cumming and moaning, fucking my mouth. After a few moments, he went limp and sat down on my bed panting. “Damn, Sam. That wasn’t right . . . but boy it felt so fucking good”. He stood up and walked over to me. He grabbed me and picked me up, setting me on the bed. I laid beneath him, making out with him as he pulled off his shirt and started to pull down my underwear. He kissed my cheeks, chin, and collar bone. He began rubbing my pussy with his hand. I moaned loud, tilting my head back and shoving my pussy into his hand. He slipped a finger in, making me arch my back. He slid down to the end of the bed and popped my pussy in his mouth. He was going to fuck me with his mouth.
He licked my pussy from top to bottom. He was sucking on my clit and fingering me, making me moan loud. “Eat me more” I said, lifting my back up so he could see my asshole. “Mmm” he said, licking my asshole. It made my pussy and toes clench. He sucked on my asshole, licking and slurping my wetness out of it. He kissed it, rubbing his nose on my pussy. He pulled his finger out of my pussy and pushed it into my asshole, going back to kissing and sucking on my pussy. He was finger fucking my asshole and sucking my clit. “Fuck me, please” I said. I was starting to build. I didn’t want to cum yet. I wanted to cum on his dick. He slid up and pushed the head of his cock against my hole. I slid down and grabbed his hips. I pushed him in me all at once. I screamed with pleasure. “Finally,” I said, clenching my pussy muscles around his cock. “Oh Sam, you’re so tight” he said, sliding deeper in me. He pushed all the way in me, moaning. “You’re dirty. You dirty girl. This isn’t right. We should stop” he kept fucking me. He was rolling his hips and body against me, making his balls slap against my ass. “Oh yes, Paul, fuck me” I said, looking at him. He kissed me on the mouth, slipping his tongue in. He laid down on me, pressing his hairy chest against my tits. His skin grinded against my, pulling and tugging. He reached under my shoulder and grabbed a hand full of my hair. He held me steady as he picked up the pace fucking me. He was on his knees, pushing deep in me. I scratched my nails down his back. I grabbed his hand and fucked him back. I was grinding against him, making my clit rub against his lower abdomen. I grabbed under his arms and held onto his shoulders, pulling myself away and shoving me back on his cock. We were fucking hard and fast, slapping our bodies against each other. I moan with every time he slammed his cock in me. We were fucking hard, screaming into each other’s bodies. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Paul. I want you to fuck me until I cum. Please make me cum Paul, please make me cum” I begged. This was so good. Finally.
He leaned up and started to fuck me harder. I screamed as I started to build towards climax. It was slow at first. Getting higher and higher with each pump of his cock. I started to build into cumming at the bottom of my stomach. It clenched tight as I began to cum. I was enveloped with so much pleasure. It was so warm between my legs and spreading down my legs and into my back. My back began to twitch with my heart beat. I was shaking and moving underneath him. He held me still, pinning my shoulders to the bed and kept on fucking me. “Now you make me cum” he said, leaning back to slam into me. I screamed as he went so deep it hurt. He covered my mouth and kept fucking me hard and deep. I was screaming but being muffled by his hand. “Ah . . . ah . . . ah” he said with each pump. He jerked out of me quick and started jacking off. I reached down and moved his hand, jerking his cock with both hands. He was still wet with my cum, so I was using it as a lube to fuck him. He started spurting cum onto my stomach and tits. I looked at him, biting my lip. “Yes, daddy pour it on me. Cum for me. Cum for me” I kept jacking him off, slower this time. Deliberately stroking him to pull out strings of cum. He painted my tits and stomach before tilting his head back and moaning loud, finally stopping his spurts of cum. He sat back on his calves and feet panting. “Sam” he said breathing hard, looking at me, “What am I going to do with you” he asked.