My stepson tied the knot last year to a sharp looking girl. Donna has a great personality to go with her great looks. Even my wife likes her.
About three months ago, while Bob, the stepson, was out of town on business, Donna called about 9:00 one night. My wife cupped the phone and asked if I could go over to Bob and Donna's. Their water heater was on the blink and Donna was in a panic. I pulled on a jacket and headed to the car.
Donna let me in and showed me the water heater. It was gas fired and one look told me that the pilot light was out. She scrounged up a match and I lay down on the hall floor and reached back under the heater to light the pilot. Holding the override button down I turned to tell Donna what I was doing.
She had squatted down to watch and I found myself looking up under her dress at the crotch of her panties. My finger slipped off the button and I had to start all over again. I glanced back at her and she was still in the same position. She finally followed my eyes and realized what I was staring at.
"Ooops, sorry," she apologized and dropped forward to her knees.
I got the pilot lit and the burner kicked on. Donna invited me to the kitchen for a drink while we waited to see if the heater was going to function.
I sipped my whiskey and we made small talk. I kept seeing the pink nylon panties and the dark shadow behind them in my mind. Her nipples were buttons in the front of her blouse.
"Looks like Bob is going to be gone a lot in the next six or eight months," I commented.
"Yes and I'm not sure I like it very much. He's only been gone a week this time and I am having a tough time adjusting." She gulped the remainder of her drink.
"Well, you know if you're lonely, you can come stay with us for a day or two," I offered.
"Thanks," she said. "I may do that."
That didn't seem to do anything to console her. She rose and poured another drink. I declined a second on the grounds of having to drive.
"Be back in a minute. I've got to go to the restroom," she explained.
I walked back to the closet and checked the water heater. The pilot was out again. I laid down on the carpet and adjusted the gas flow and relit it. As I lay there, I could hear soft sounds from the bathroom on the other side of the wall. I listened and then shifted. It sounded like moaning.
I discovered a sliver of light behind the water heater. Changing positions I could see into the bathroom via the hole in the wall that the hot water line passed through. All I could see was Donna's legs and the commode. Those pink panties were around one ankle. Her knees were spread wide apart. Her thighs flexed and her knees swayed in rhythm with her moans. It finally dawned on me. She was rubbing herself off. I almost let the by-pass button slip from under my finger.
Her legs began to tremble and jerk. I heard a ragged gasp and then she was very still. My cock had risen and pressed against fly. I released the button and watched the pilot light a second and crept back to the kitchen.
A few minutes later, Donna came into the kitchen. She was flushed and her hair a little mussed. I excused myself to go to the bathroom.
Swollen cock in hand I pissed. The soft smell of hot pussy still permeated the small room. Something pink caught my eye. I bent down and picked up the panties from between the commode and the hamper. Flipping them over, I stared at the damp stain in the crotch. Before I realized I had done it, I lifted them to my face and sniffed the damp spot. The acrid aroma of hot pussy filled my nose. My dick throbbed in my hand.
Regaining control, I dropped the soft garment back to the floor and tucked my cock back in my pants and returned to the kitchen. Donna had almost recovered but I hadn't. I made my excuses and left.
The next time Bob was out of town. Donna called and asked me to come take a look at her TV. I don't like to work on TV sets, even though electronics is my profession. I also wasn't comfortable with another exposure to Donna. My wife talked me into going.
Donna was wearing a lounging jumpsuit when she let me in. The living room was dimly lit and I could smell incense. She apologized for dragging me out again. I declined the offer of a drink.
"I can't get any channels to come on the set," she explained.
I checked the obvious and then looked down at the VCR on the shelf beneath the set. One of the selector buttons was in the wrong position. I pushed it and the 27 inch screen lit up. I was inches away from the screen and on it a woman was deep throating a large cock. I rocked back on my heels and stared. The woman was Donna. The cock she was sucking was Bob's. Suddenly, cock bucked and she stopped sucking. A large glob of cum oozed from the corner of her mouth and down her chin.
"Oooooh Nooo!" I heard her cry from behind me.
I turned to look at her. She sounded and acted embarrassed but she didn't look it. I hit the off button on the VCR and stood up. I could feel my cock hard against my pants. I pretended to adjust some controls on the TV with my back to her.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't know that tape was in the VCR."
My dick wouldn't cooperate. It stayed hard. I turned and started for the kitchen.
"I think I'll have that drink now," I mumbled.
Donna followed me into the kitchen. She mixed the drink and handed it to me. There was a strange look in her eyes.
"But I am glad you fixed the TV. Now, I can watch that tape."
"Oh. . . well. Uh, glad to help," I stumbled.
"Bob's been gone a whole week and I am so horny. I thought I would watch that tape and jack off." Her voice was low and husky. She stared at me through half open lids.
I swallowed half my drink in one gulp.
"Would you like to watch it with me?" The question was barely a whisper.
I looked at her for several seconds. Her eyes were on the bulge in my crotch and she was licking her lips slowly. She rose and took my hand, leading back to the living room. She pushed me down on the sofa and crossed to the TV. Her slender fingers fluttered from button to button, programming the VCR and TV. In a few seconds the screen blossomed with her image, this time in bra, panties and stockings.
Donna dropped in a chair, halfway between me and the TV. One leg draped over the arm, she stared at the TV. Her image on the screen had slumped in that same chair and her long fingers were rubbing the translucent crotch of her panties. Her lips parted and her snake like tongue flicked across her lips.
I glanced at the real Donna and she was rubbing the crotch of the jumpsuit in unison with her TV image. My cock jerked and throbbed, begging for freedom. I watched.
"I get so horny!" the real one rasped. "I've watched this twice today and jacked off both times."
The screen image had shoved her hand inside the filmy panties and was stirring her pussy with a vengeance. Her hips were flexing and pumping in rhythm with her hand. My balls began to ache.
"Do you like to suck pussy?" Her question caught me off guard.
"Uh, yeah," I mumbled.
"Good. So do I. I even like to suck it second hand."
Her fingers pulled the zipper at the front of the jumpsuit. She stopped at the bottom. No bra and I could see the waistband of her panties. Her hand slipped under the elastic and disappeared. Her moving fingers bulged the crotch of the jumpsuit. Her hand reappeared, fingers glistening with pussy juices. She licked and sucked them noisily. Her image on the screen was doing the same thing.
"Mmmmmmm! Delicious! I wish I could suck it first hand," she rasped.
I looked at the screen. She had stripped her panties and bra off and sat with just stockings and garter belt on. Her legs gaped wide and both her hands plied and rubbed her drooling cunt.
A cock entered the screen near her face. She smiled and turned to kiss it. Her pink tongue reached out and licked the dark head. Leaning toward it, she licked all around the head and up and down the sides. Her lips opened wide and closed around the plum shaped head. I gasped softly.
"I want to see your cock," Donna commanded in a hoarse whisper.
I looked at her and she was staring at my crotch. The jumpsuit was pulled open and one hand cupped a large breast. Her thumb and forefinger rolled the dark nipple.
My hand moved with a direction of its own. Zipper down and fly open, it pulled my swollen dick into the passion heavy atmosphere of the room. Donna whimpered.
Circling the shaft with my fingers, I stroked it slowly and looked back at her. She was pulling the last sleeve off and rolled the jumpsuit down and off. My hand clamped the head of my throbbing cock at the sight of her naked body. Full breasts crowned with large brown nipples and a flat tummy under the filmy panties that dipped between full firm thighs. Her fingers worked inside the crotch of the panties, working her dripping cunt into a froth.
"Look!" she hissed.
The cock on the screen was thrusting in and out of her mouth. The camera had zoomed in until the 27 inch screen was full of her face and the jerking cock. Once and then twice the eight or nine inch cock had disappeared into her mouth, the hairy balls bumping he chin. I watched in a trance as she jerked the cock out of her mouth in time to direct gushes of cum onto her face and into her open mouth. Her expression show that she was enraptured.
"I love come!" she narrated. "And I love to come! Ooooooh! Aaaahhhhhh! I'm cummmmminnnng!"
She thrashed and bounced in the chair, her fingers jerking inside her panties. She arched her back and froze. For several seconds she hung there trembling and then collapsed.
My fingers were stroking the length of my aching dick. Her coming had fired my passion even higher. My balls throbbed and rolled as I jerked my cock.
"Yessss! Do it!" she encouraged in a panting whisper.
It was coming. I could feel my cock swell and the pressure build. I clamped my eyes shut and let my hand race over my cock.
"Come for me! Come, Daddy Mel!" she cheered. "Come for me!"
I arched up and slammed my hand down the shaft the final two strokes. The dam broke and in the passion fog I could hear Donna's raspy voice.
"Shoot off, Daddy. Shoot Donna some come!"
The gusher exploded and I sank into the bursting colors of climax. My cock spewed streams of come again and again until I dropped back onto the sofa and lay gasping for breath.
"Mmmmmm! You cum good, Daddy!" Donna cooed.
I opened my eyes and she was kneeling at my feet. Her face and breasts were covered with my come. A glob lay on her tongue as she smiled at me. She rose and leaned over. Her cum-smeared face came down to mine and her lips touched my mouth. Her hot tongue pushed between my lips and I tasted the sharp flavor of my own come.
She pulled away and looked down at me as she wiped each and every glob of come from her face and breasts with her fingers and pushed it into her mouth.
"You better go home before Mama Jean comes looking for you," she suggested.
As I left, cleaned up and emptier than when I arrived, she said, "Next time, maybe Daddy would like to kiss Donna's pussy."
I looked back at her as she closed the door. She was totally different person than I had known.
Bob and Donna came over dinner two weeks ago on Sunday. It was hard to look at Donna after what had happened two weeks before. Every time I looked across the table at her perfect make-up and innocent smile, I saw her face smeared with my cum and her gaping, drooling pussy.
After dinner, Bob and I went to the den for a drink in front of the fireplace. He talked about his job and having to travel so much. I tried to be conversant but was having trouble. Jean and Donna joined us. That didn't make it any easier.
I went to the bathroom and then to the kitchen to freshen my drink. Donna was already there mixing fresh ones for she and Bob.
"You've been awfully quiet, Mel," she said without looking up.
"It's a little hard to return to our original relationship after two weeks ago," I replied.
"I don't want to go back to that relationship, Daddy Mel." She turned to face me. Her hand came up to my crotch and squeezed the half-hard shaft of my cock.
I stepped back and stared at her.
"Are you crazy?!" I hissed.
"No. Just horny for your cock, Daddy." She had slipped back into the throaty, sultry tone that she had used that night.
She reached down and lifted her skirt. She was wearing stockings, garter belt and crotchless panties. She scooped her fingers through the gooey slit of her pussy and lifted the glistening fingers to my face.
"Smell how hot you make me!"
The pungent odor of hot pussy invaded my nostrils and sent waves of passion straight to my crotch. My dick hardened and throbbed. She pulled her fingers back to her mouth and slowly licked her juices from them.
"It would taste much better if your cum was mixed with it," she teased.
I rushed out of the kitchen and sat down quickly in the den. She followed and handed Bob a drink after kissing him on the lips. She, Bob and Jean were sitting on one side of the den and I sat on the other facing them. Donna sat down and opened her legs slowly, maneuvering into a position that gave me a clear view up her dress and into her crotchless panties. She smiled innocently as she teased me with the show.
She talked sweetly and demurely with Jean about all the things that they had always talked about as she showed me her shiny, naked cunt. I was having difficulty keeping my eyes off her. She shifted and moved frequently, exposing herself to me from a new direction.
Bob rose to go to the bathroom and she eased her knees together. When he came back he didn't see what I had been staring at for twenty minutes.
The evening was finally over and we walked them to the car. Jean and Bob lead the way with Donna and I following. As we neared the car, she turned on the pretense of asking me a question. She grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand into her crotch, pushing the cloth of her dress between her thighs. I jerked my hand back but Bob and his mother were facing the other way and lost in conversation. I looked down at Donna. She smiled a very sexy smile and licked her lips.
For several days, every time the phone rang I jumped. I was afraid the Donna would have something else that needed repairing. But my worries seemed unfounded. Jean and I were sitting in the den one evening a week or so later watching TV. The phone rang. Being closer, I absently picked it up.
"Hello," I said.
"Well, hello!" Donna's voice replied. "Bet you don't know what I'm doing."
"Fingering my juicy pussy and thinking about you big delicious cock shooting all that hot, thick come on my face!" she responded.
I almost gasped.
"Uh. Oh, I see," I stumbled.
"Mama Jean is in the room, isn't she," she stated.
"Yes, that's true." I was sure that my voice was cracking.
"I'll bet she likes to suck on that big purple knob until it pumps her mouth all full of your yummy cum."
"Uh, well I wouldn't say that necessarily," I replied.
"Mama Jean doesn't suck Daddy's dick!?"
"No, not lately." My cock was swelling and I could feel the heat rising from my crotch.
"Does she let you suck her stinky pussy?" Her voice was getting throatier and I could hear something in the background softly squeaking with movement.
"That's nice. At least you'll know how when you slurp up my cunt juices," she purred. "Oooooo! And my pussy is real juicy right now!"
"Who is that, Mel?" Jean turned and asked.
I covered the mouthpiece and said, "One of the guys from the office. He's asking some questions about one of the accounts. I'm primarily listening to his ideas."
"Can't he wait until you are back in the office?" She turned back to the TV, not expecting an answer.
"Shame on you, Daddy, lying to Mama Jean like that. I'll bet if she looked at you pants she would see the bulge that a 'guy from the office' wouldn't put there," Donna chided with a soft chuckle.
"You're probably right," I said. I was enjoying the conversation in a perverse sort of way.
"I know I'm right!" she giggled. Her voice went back to soft and sexy. "If I was there, I'd take that dark purple knob in my mouth and warm it and wet it and lick all the flavor off it."
I inhaled sharply with the thought. Jean jerked her head around to look at me and I faked a cough. She looked back to the screen.
"Ooooh, Daddy, my pussy feels sooooo good!" she moaned. "You don't mind me calling you 'Daddy' do you?"
"No. Not at all."
"You like it don't you."
"Uh, yes I do."
"I like to pretend that you are my loving Daddy. I've jacked off thinking about sucking my 'Daddy's' cock and feeling your big throbbing cock filling my pussy full. Oooooooo, Daddy!"
"Yes, I can understand that. It's sounds good to me." I felt that voice had to be hoarse with passion as I listened to her.
"Oh! Oh! Uuuuuuuuh! Daddy! Daddy! You make meeeee cuuuummmmmmm!" Her voice was so loud I was afraid Jean would hear. She didn't.
I sat and listened as Donna panted and wheezed through her climax and regained her voice.
"Mmmmmmm! That was delicious!" she gasped. Then I heard slurping and smacking noises. "And this is delicious, too. I've got the best tasting pussy juice in the world!"
Click! The phone went dead but my cock did not. After almost dragging her to bed, I fucked Jean like a mad man. She purred afterward that it was the best sex we had had in years. Every stroke, I thought of Donna's hot cunt and her heavy tits.
I was clearing my In-box late one afternoon a few days later. My secretary buzzed that I had a special delivery, personal at her desk. I ask her bring it in. She opened the door and a mail courier stepped inside, checked my identification and had me sign for a small package. This was not totally unusual. It had happened four or five times over the last two or three years.
I tossed the package to one side and continued shuffling through the papers, signing or delegating with a note. As I tossed the last sheet into the Out box, the phone rang.
"Hello," said into the phone, relieved to have finished the pile.
"Hi, Sexy," Donna's soft voice replied.
"How are you?" I asked trying to make it sound semi-official.
"Did you get a package today?" she asked.
"As a matter of a fact, I did."
"Open it and enjoy!"
Click! She hung up. Suddenly, that small package took on a totally different attitude. I lifted it gently and looked at the label. No return address. I slit the tape with a letter opener and peel the paper off the box. Opening the small box, a pair of panties fell onto the desk. I stared at them for a moment. An envelope lay in the bottom of the box.
Pulling the envelope out, I opened it and found ten photographs. The first one was a very close shot of a open pussy, drooling cum. I sucked in my breath and automatically look up at my office door.
The next photo was of Donna's face, her mouth hung open and a glob of cum was running over her lower lip and onto her chin. Her expression was one of rapture. I hurriedly flipped to the next. A large cock filled her mouth and cum oozed from the corner of her red lips. I flipped through the rest.
The last photo stopped me dead. I remembered the scene. Donna was kneeling at my feet. My cock was clutched in my hand and a jet of cum arched onto her face. I stared in shock. My face was not visible in the photo. As a matter of a fact the only part of me shown was my cock and my hand.
I dropped the photos onto the desk and picked up the panties. The crotch was still damp. The moist circle looked like fresh cum and pussy juice. I lifted it slowly to my face and let my nostrils drink in the pungent odor of her cunt. My cock throbbed.
A light rap on my door brought me to my trembling senses. I stuffed the photos and panties into my desk drawn and croaked a response.
Jenny, my secretary, stepped in and paused.
"Yes, Jenny?" I asked.
"Uh, well, Mr. Masters it IS Thursday," her voice trailed off.
I looked at her for a moment and then realization dawned in the back of my mind. I smiled and rose.
"Of course, Jenny. How forgetful of me." I rounded the desk and reached out to her.
I heard her click the lock as she stepped away from the door. I gathered her into my arms and kissed her full lips. Her pointed tongue darted out and probed my mouth. Her breath rasped hot and damp from her nostrils onto my cheek.
I cupped her full ass cheeks in my hands and pulled her belly against my, grinding her crotch against mine. She moaned into my mouth and arched her back, thrusting her cunt hard against my cock.
"Oh, God!" she gasped, pulling away. "It seems like forever. Harry has fucked me three times this week and I haven't cum once." Her fingers were undoing my shirt and my belt.
"Mmmmm. Then you must be horny," I teased.
"I'll show you how horny!" She grabbed my hand and shoved it up under her dress, into her crotch.
The nylon band between her thighs was soaked. She whimpered and ground her pussy against my hand. I felt her fingers close around my naked dick. In seconds she was coming the first time, thrashing and jerking against my hand.
I quickly stripped her and pushed her toward the sofa. She fell backwards, her legs flying open. She reached for my head.
"Eat me!" she demanded. "Eat my cunt, Mel!"
I could smell its sweet, sexy perfume as I dropped to my knees and leaned toward it. My breath wafted across it and she jerked.
"Do you want me to kiss your pussy?" I asked, playing the game.
"Yessss!" she hissed.
"Then talk to me. Tell me what you want!"
"Eat my slimy cunt!" she rasped. She loved to talk dirty. As a matter of a fact, she couldn't cum if she didn't talk dirty. Harry, her husband, wouldn't let her talk period when they were fucking.
My tongue snaked across the feverish, slippery lips of her pussy. She gasped and pulled a my head.
"Ooooh YES! Lick my cunt! Suck the fuck juices out of my hot fucking pussy!"
I stabbed my tongue into the gooey, molten hole of her cunt and she bounced on the sofa and began to shake violently. She came the second time. Her cunt drooled thin, hot juice into my waiting mouth. My cheeks and nose were wet with it.
"Oh BABY!" she whined. "Suck me off! Lick my cunt! Then I want to suck you hard cock until you pump a gallon of cum in my mouth!"
Slicing up the slimy crevice I found the hard, long button of her clit. I rolled it with my tongue, then sucked into my mouth and sucked it, teasing the tip end of it. Her heels locked behind my head and her fingers entangled in my hair.
"Oh SHIT! Oooooh FUCK! Ooooo FUCKINGCUNTPUSSYCOCKSUCKING oooooooo!"
Fortunately the office is sound proof. I triple tongued her clit, rolling it faster and faster. She bounced and jerked. A flood of juices gushed from her cunt. I drank all I could but a puddle formed at her ass cheeks on the vinyl upholstery.
"FUCKFUCKFUCK CUNTCUNTCUNT COCKCOCKASS FUCKINGCUNTSUCKING AAAAAAAAAHHHH!"
The explosion hit and for more than a minute she hung at the apex of her pleasure, my head clamped between her fleshy thighs, her cunt pulsing hotly in my mouth. I gently liked her juices until she was empty and her thighs relaxed.
I staggered up and to her right and fell back on the sofa. She lay inert, soaking up the pleasure of the moment. The phone rang.
I staggered up and across to the desk.
"Hello," I wheezed.
"You sound out of breath, Daddy. Were you jerking off looking at my pictures?" Donna asked.
"Huh?" I shook my head to clear it. "No."
"Oh. Jerking off while you sucked my panties?"
Something hot and wet closed around my cock head. I looked down and Jenny was engulfing it and looking up at me.
"No. Uh... nothing like that," I stammered.
"Why, Daddy, if I didn't know better I might think you were banging one of the secretaries."
Jenny swallowed my swollen dick to the balls and I croaked into the phone.
"Is she sucking you off, Daddy?" Donna asked huskily.
"Uh, I've got to go. I'll talk to you later," I dodged.
"Okay, Daddy. When you shoot off in her throat, think about me."
The phone went dead. My cock was very much alive. I dropped the phone on the hook and leaned back against the desk. Jenny slid my cock out of her mouth and smiled at me.
"Does this make you cock feel good?" she whispered.
"Encourage me. Talk dirty to me!" The rest of the game.
My cock slid back into her mouth and I leaned back on my hands.
"Yessss! Suck my cock! Suck it, Jenny!" I rasped. Her breathing quickened through her nostrils and her mouth picked up speed.
"Suck that cock. You love to suck cocks, don't you?"
"Ummmmm Hmmmmm!" she hummed her answer.
"Any cock that can come! You like to suck a cock that has been up your cunt don't you?"
"You'd like to have a line of hard cocks waiting! Sucking one after another!" My hips were moving. She was pulling closer to cum.
"You'd suck somebody else with me watching, wouldn't you!"
"Hmmmmmmmmmm! Hmmm!" she hummed. Her head was bouncing back and forth. Her hand cupped my balls, rolling them gently.
"Oh!" I growled. "Ooooooh! UUuuuuuuuh! COCKSUCKER! AAAGGGGGGGGHHHHNNNN!"
The pressure skyrocketed and I grabbed her bobbing head. I shoved my cock to the back of her throat and unleashed the gusher. Her throat worked and she whimpered and moaned as she drank my come. I knew that her cunt as usual was convulsing as she came the last time.
Gasping for breath, we broke apart. After several minutes of recuperation, Jenny stood on wooly legs and stripped several tissues from the dispenser on my desk and wiped her mouth and chin and scooped the residue from her cunt.
She gathered her clothes and disappeared into my private bath. Twenty minutes later she emerged, clothed, make-up repaired and back to Jenny the Executive Secretary. I was rumpled but dressed and sitting behind the desk.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Masters," she said demurely. "I don't think I could live with Harry another minute without Thursdays with you."
"Thank you, Jenny. As always you do excellent work," I replied.
"See you in the morning." She turned and walked out the door.
"In the morning," I called after her.
I pulled the photos and the panties out of the desk and tucked them in my wall safe and spun the knob. The sun was a glow in the west as I pulled out of the parking lot and headed home.