Quiet as I tried to be as I came home that Friday, it wasn't good enough. I had barely closed the front door and slid Angel's gift behind the couch discreetly when I heard her familiar voice call out from upstairs.
"Daddy? Is that you?"
She sounded a little nervous -- I was rarely home before 6 and had been hoping she'd be out at the mall with friends, giving me time to plan her surprise properly. No such luck. "It's me, babygirl," I called out, smiling.
"Daddy!" Angel's voice, now excited and breathy, came from the stairs, and I smiled up at my beautiful stepdaughter as she ran down to welcome me home.
Angel's best described as a force of nature. Long, wild, curly red hair (natural) with big, deep, expressive eyes , full plump bee-stung lips and a pert button nose, her face could stop traffic, but that's not where the perfection ended; I'd married Angel's mom when Angel was just 16 and developing as a woman, but how she'd developed. Ripe 36DD tits (I'd taken her bra shopping once, which is a story in itself), a trim waist and smooth flat tummy, full hips and a round, firm ass with coltish legs completed the cock-stiffening ensemble. So if I smiled a little too wide as she bounced down the steps to greet me, if I indulged in a few not-so-fatherly thoughts as she jumped into my waiting arms wearing just a skimpy t-shirt and cutoffs? Sue me.
I hugged Angel, spinning her around at the foot of the stairs with her arms around my neck, causing her to giggle in delight as she always did, her face buried in my neck, breath tickling my skin. I was reluctant to set her down, enjoying the feel of her lush tits on my chest and my hands on her lower back, close to the swell of her delicious ass, but I did so, planting a kiss on her rosy cheek, breathing in her apple-scented shampoo. "How's my babygirl on her big day?"
Angel pouted dramatically, making her glossy red lips look even more luscious. "Bored, Daddy! All my friends are on that dumb school trip to Vienna, and Mom's away..." she trailed off, a sad look crossing her pretty face. I stroked her shoulder, smiling down at her.
"Mom's sorry she had to work out of town through your birthday, sweetie," I said, cradling her delicate chin in my fingers. "Especially one as important as your 18th. I'm sure she'll make it up to you. Besides... I hope you and me can still make it really special."
"How, Daddy?" she asked, face brightening. She had taken to calling me that almost right away, and I wasn't complaining -- I liked the way it made me feel.
"I'm glad you asked, princess. Close your eyes."
Angel giggled again, making her chest jiggle delightfully, and I felt a stirring along the length of my cock (I told you; sue me, but I'm not apologizing). She closed her eyes, taking my hands as I led her to the couch, sitting her down gently. Standing over her like that greatly improved the view down her low cut top into the well of her perfect cleavage, (get your lawyers ready, because did I take a good, long look? You bet I did) and the blood flow to my dick increased even more. I gazed at this redheaded vision before me for a moment, then snapped back to the task at hand.
Taking Angel's gift from behind the couch, I set the large, gold, elaborately wrapped and beribboned box on her lap, resting it on her creamy thighs. Stepping back, I said quietly "OK baby.. open up."
Angel gasped and oohed like a little girl on Christmas day when she saw the present. "For me, Daddy?"
"Of course it's for my favorite girl," I replied, smiling indulgently down at her. "What are you waiting for, darling? Open it up!"
Angel took her time, not wanting to tear the delicate wrappings, so within a minute or two, the box was open on her lap and she was grinning up at me wickedly. "No way! Mom changed her mind?"
"Well... not exactly. But she's not here, right? It can be... our little secret."
Angel set the box aside as she stood, lifting from it the dress she'd been begging for all month since she'd seen it in an exclusive boutique downtown. Her mom had said no way; it was too short, too tight, too revealing. But her mom was at a conference in Tucson. Besides, she was a young woman now.
Angel's excitement only grew as, revealed as she lifted the dress to try on against her body, she saw the matching black, knee-high, heeled boots underneath. She squealed in delight, jumping up and down, making her breasts once again bounce prettily.
"Oh you are just the best daddy in the whole world," she said, hugging me tighter than before and, I was sure, aware of the noticeable bulge along my pants leg my thickening hardon was creating.
"Anything for you, babygirl. Now scat! I want to see how they fit," I said, playfully swatting her firm ass as she picked up her gift and scampered to the bathroom.
It was a frustrating wait; she had (deliberately?) left the door open a couple of inches so, as she changed, I caught tantalizing glimpses of skin (was that an arm? Her lower back? Was that flash of pink her panties?) and heard her slowly zipping up the knee-high fuck-me boots.
"Daddy?" Angel called out finally, her voice once again sounding young and innocent. "Can you help me, please?"
I eagerly stepped up, pushing the door open to reveal my gorgeous stepdaughter transformed from an admittedly sexy girl into a goddess. The dress clung to every inch of her ample, perfectly proportioned flesh; a deep black, light seemed to sink into the material, and her breasts and buttocks seemed encased in a dark oil, not cloth. "Daddy?" Angel's voice roused me from my lustful torpor.
"Yes, babygirl?"
Angel's eyes were on me in the mirror as she smiled, her pink lips curling. "Zip me up?"
It was only then that I noticed that the dress was only zipped to the small of her back, leaving an expanse of creamy soft skin exposed.
Obligingly, I stepped closer, acutely aware of Angel's deep-green eyes on me as she held her red curls out of the way, raising her tits to an even more delectable angle. My heart hammered in my chest and I felt sure Angel could feel the heat from my pulsing hardon as I held the zipper, putting my other hand on her waist (purely for support, of course) and slowly, almost reluctantly, zipped the dress to the top, all the while my head swimming with what might happen if I chose instead to slide the zipper down, to tear the material from her voluptuous teenage body, exposing her from head to toe, then throwing her forward onto the counter, spreading her lithe legs and baring her pussy, and --
"Daddy?"
Once more Angel's sweet voice brought me back to reality. She had turned to face me, bright eyes shining up at me, her ripe tight body an inch from mine in the small room. Was it my imagination? Were here pupils dilated, was her chest lightly flushed? Had our exchanges and mild flirtations been stirring the same dark fantasies in her mind as in mine?
"D-do I look OK?" she asked, biting her full lower lip sensually. I snapped back to myself, my lustful fantasy, if not forgotten, then at least pushed to the back burner of my brain.
"Babygirl," I began, touching her cheek once more, overcome with love and new, darker feelings, "OK doesn't cover it. Come out here where I can see you better."
Brief moments later, I was sitting back in my armchair while Angel stood before me, almost demure despite her delectable body and sex-kitten outfit. The dress, the boots, her full soft parted lips, deep soulful eyes, wild wanton red hair ... she was perfection, and I happily told her so as she giggled, spinning for me before slipping onto my lap, arms around my neck. I laid my hand on her firm, creamy thigh, the other on the small of her back. They itched to explore elsewhere, but I made them be still.
Angel and I had always been physically demonstrative, casually so -- hugs, kisses on the cheek, playful tickling, my arm around her as we watched a movie in the living room -- but over the last 6 months or so, as Angel blossomed from a beautiful young girl to a gorgeous young woman, things had changed slightly. I'm only human -- I had taken some (discreetly) lingering looks at her as she walked around the house in a tanktop and panties or her favorite short silk robe, or as she sunbathed in the yard; but, in turn, I had caught Angel looking at me sometimes with something dark and mischievous behind her eyes. Twice in the past month she had walked in on me as I toweled off after a shower -- seemingly by accident, but each time as she backed out, apologizing, hand over her mouth, I had seen her doe eyes stray to my muscular torso, to my cock, and widen slightly, apparently liking what she saw. It seemed (to me, at least) that of late our hugs and kisses had lingered just a moment longer than usual, and it was obvious that when her mom wasn't around (which lately had been most of the time) she was a lot more attentive -- lots of 'innocent' touches and kisses, lots of -- speak of the devil -- sitting on Daddy's lap.
All of these things were running helter-skelter through my mind as Angel sat, idly tousling my short dark hair and smiling that smile of hers, that angel smile that seemed to promise boundless sins hidden behind it.
"Now that I'm all dolled up, Daddy, what shall we do tonight?" she said, her palm on my chest, surely able to feel the effect she was having on my racing heart, each time she shifted a little and that firm tight ass rubbed against my thickening cock, which now felt like an iron bar along the leg of my pants.
"Well, babygirl, it's your night," I said, squeezing her thigh, causing her to wiggle against me deliciously, her soft full tits on my chest. "We could go out for a special dinner .. or I know you've been wanting to go dancing at that new club. I could take you there, if I'm not too old to get in..."
Angel laughed and slapped my chest playfully. "Daddy, don't be silly, you're not old, you could get in anywhere. And I bet the girls would be all over you. I see how women look at you when we're out."
"Yeah, right," I said, mock-offende, but relishing the compliment. It had been the longest time since I had felt like my wife looked at me with hunger in her eyes, so the thought of being desirable was intoxicating. "I dunno though... I'd be jealous as hell if I took you out in that, with all the guys who'd be lusting after you."
Alarm bells were going off in the back of my head, at this dangerous trail I was headed down, but I pushed them aside as Angel grinned wolfishly at me.
"You really think they'd all stare, Daddy?" she asked and I nodded somberly. Angel's fingers toyed with the buttons on my shirt as she quietly said "If you were one of them... would you stare, too?"
How else but to answer honestly? "I'm staring at you right now, aren't I?" I said, my eyes never leaving hers, burning into her, trying to convey everything I felt... everything I wanted.
I couldn't name all of the warring emotions fighting for control of my next move, but I can tell you who won; in one movement, Angel and myself closed the distance between us fluidly as our lips met.
Instantly, Angel's firm lush body grew even more alive in my arms; she pressed hungrily against me, her arms tight around me as our mouths opened, warm and wet, tongues seeking, thrashing, eager and hot.
"Oh Daddy... Daddy," was the only word from Angel's strawberry-sweet lips as my hands explored just as they'd been longing to do; I caressed her hip, my hand sliding up to cup one perfect teenage breast, its warmth and ripeness filling my palm. She sighed into my mouth as my thumb began to slowly, firmly, rub at her nipple through the slinky material, feeling it stiffen under my touch instantly. Angel's head tilted back, her eyes closed in sheer passion, her scarlet curls cascading down her back as I rubbed and teased, my lips moving down over her chin to taste her swanlike neck.
Both of my eager hands now roughly mauled Angel's tits, pulling her pretty new dress down to expose them to the air and my ministrations. Without a bra they held, round and full and pert, in my hands as I kissed every inch of them, my tongue circling her pink hard nipples, stopping only to suckle firmly at them, causing Angel to wriggle and writhe in my lap, grinding harder on my painfully stiff prick.
"Ohh... you like those, Daddy? You like your babygirl's big tits?"
I nodded and moaned in response, pulling her closer as I feasted on her creamy young white flesh, opening my mouth wide to taste as much luscious pulchritude as I could.
"Mmm.. they're better than Mom's?" she asked, a playful tone in her little-girl voice.
"Oh god.. so much better, baby -- bigger, firmer, tastier -- they're fucking perfect."
"They're perfect for fucking, too, Daddy -- do you want to see?" she asked, tenderly kissing my lips.
"I want to see everything, Angel baby," I replied honestly.
"Then sit back. Tonight I become a woman. Your woman," she added with another sweet peck of a kiss, before turning away to stand in the center of the room, her slutty boots clicking with each step. She faced me, cupping her own heavenly tits, smiling sweetly, angel face framed by red curls.
"Thank you so much for my present, Daddy," she slid her dress down around her waist,"It makes me feel ... so.. fucking.. good..." she turned and bent, pushing the soft material over her juicy ass, revealing miniscule black lacy panties as it pooled at her feet. "And I'm going to show you just how good we can make each other feel."
Slowly, so slowly, Angel sashayed over to me, sinking to her knees in one graceful movement, her forearms pushing her tits together, the nipples noticeably erect in the dim light, still wet from my kisses. My knees parted as she licked, catlike, up my pants leg, trailing her tongue, her hands not touching me (yet), but her eyes boring into my soul. I gripped the arms of my chair, every instinct in my body wanting to grab this beautiful girl, bend her over and fuck her brains out, but I knew all good things would come to me if I waited. We had all night -- all weekend.
Angel's small pink tongue was trailing up my thigh as she emitted little moans and sighs that made my cock pulse. Her tits were pressed against my legs as she slid her hands up my thighs too, to start unbuckling my belt, unzipping my fly.
"Babygirl wants to see Daddy's big... fat... cock," my Angel said, biting her lip, chest rising and falling. "I want to see what I've been fantasizing about ... I lay awake in bed, listening to Mom scream as you fuck the shit out of her ... I get so fucking jealous, Daddy..."
"It's all yours now, babygirl," I moaned, and Angel smiled a greedy, cat-got-the-cream smile as she pulled my pants off and tossed them aside, leaving me in my tented boxers as I pulled my shirt over my head and added it to the growing pile of clothes.
Angel wasted no time running her hands over my bulging hardon as it strained at the black cotton; she oohed and aahed at the length and thickness, smiling up at me and licking those amazing lips. As she leaned in closer, I put my hand on her face, stroking her cheek. "Baby," I whispered gently. "Are you sure? Once we do this... we can never go back."
There was a beat of silence, and then in response, Angel reached into my boxers, withdrew my long, stiff cock and sank it into her wet mouth, balls-deep, cheeks hollowing as she sucked and slurped.
"Ohh ... ffFFFFUCK....." I moaned, head pushed back into the chair and fingers digging into the armrests almost hard enough to tear holes. Angel kept her eyes on mine as much as she could as she bobbed up and down on my raging dick, swallowing it to the root every time, humming in the back of her throat, sending inhumanly good sensations through my body. Her full plump glossy lips formed a tight seal as she gobbled and slurped, only pausing to pull off with a gasp, coating my cock and balls with her pink tongue before taking it once again deep in her throat. I'd never had head this good in my life.
"Oh God... Daddy..." she groaned as she held my prick by its base, pumping gently, and leaving small wet kisses on the cockhead, a trail of spit between her slutty mouth and my dick. "Is this all for little me?"
"Every fucking inch, babygirl," I replied, lost in lust now and heedless of any consequences. All that was now on my mind was fucking this beautiful girl in every tight hole, making her my dripping sex slave. As much as I was enjoying being on the receiving end of a hot, wet, sloppy, noisy blowjob, it was time to take charge. I wound Angel's thick hair in one hand, and held it in place as I slid my dick in and out of her warm willing mouth. Angel gripped my thighs and moaned - not from discomfort, even though I was feeding her every inch of my thick cock, but from pleasure; she hummed and groaned on my prick as she looked up into my eyes, glowing with love and lust.
Both of my hands were fisted in Angel's fiery curls now as I stood over here, pumping her slick lips with cock. Her hands moved to my ass, urging me to push, to thrust down her throat, to feed her like the slut she was.
I could feel my balls tighten and the cum threaten to boil up out of me and into Angel's hot mouth; I wasn't going to let that happen until I'd had all of her sweet holes, so I pulled out of her with a slick noise, a wet trail hanging from her lips to the head of my dick. She looked disappointed but smiled at me, licking her lips. "Now what... Daddy?" she said, obviously relishing her new use of the word. She had her hands between her thighs, her arms pushing her ample tits together as she bit her lip, looking innocent.
"I'll show you," I said, leaning down to take hold of her around her waist and standing, lifting her bodily over my shoulder. Angel squealed and giggled, kicking her legs, 'struggling' as I carried her upstairs, my hands on her ass, squeezing and slapping the hot ripe skin. She was still in her sexy boots and miniscule panties and I intended to keep it that way, for now at least. Kicking the door to my bedroom open, I tossed her roughly onto the kingsize sheets, making her cry out in surprise. Angel lay there, hair loose and wild, up on her elbows gazing at me, chest rising and falling, her eyes glittering with anticipation. I let my eyes wander over her body as I held my throbbing cock, stroking it idly, and saw her eyes flicker to it repeatedly, little mews of pleasure escaping her mouth.
"Oh -- you want this?" I said, mock-innocent, gripping my dick at the base and making the head swell, huge and dark with blood. Angel nodded furiously, her red hair tumbling over her face.
"I can't hear you, babygirl -- do you want this?" I said, stepping closer to the bed, my dick aching-hard, my balls heavy -- it was almost as if I could feel the weight of the cum that was waiting to shoot on her, in her, all over her.
"YES Daddy ... I want that cock NOW," Angel said, one hand moving to her lace panties, gently rubbing herself through the material as she sighed, moaning low in her throat. "I want you to take me ... make me your woman, your slut... I hear the things you do to Mom on this big soft bed -- I want to do all those things for you, and more. All the things she won't do..." her voice trailed away as she pulled her panties aside and fingered her clit softly. "I'll be sooo fucking good to you, Daddy..."
It sounded like a plan to me -- I reached out and grabbed Angel's ankles, dragging her by her boots to the edge of the bed, her legs hanging off as I slid my hands up her thighs. She laughed throatily, breathing hard as she propped herself up on her elbows again, eyes wide. "Oh -- what are you going to do to me, Daddy?" she purred."Anything I fucking want," was my response, and it caused her to moan afresh, as she toyed with her own nipples. I reached out, gripping the flimsy material of her barely-there panties, gave one long look into her angel-devil eyes and ... RRRRIPPPPP! The underwear came free in my hand, ripping down the sides as I tossed it aside, exposing a smooth, waxed, pink pussy. Angel cried out as if I had buried my cock in her already, and she tossed her head wildly. "Yes Daddy... touch me, taste me ... please?" This last word was delivered in a little-girl voice that drove me further over the edge. I dropped to my knees, Angel crossing her ankles behind my neck as I kissed up her hot thighs. Her fingers went to my hair, running through it as I started licking up and down at her wet pussy lips -- I was done teasing. Angel cried out, pushing her head back into the bed as she bucked and writhed, my arms holding her in place as my hands cupped her round, ripe tits, squeezing roughly while my tongue worked around her cunt lips.
It seemed like everywhere I touched or teases or kissed this gorgeous redheaded slut drove her wild with desire; just my hot breath on her clit made her cry out, and even brushing her erect nipples lightly with my fingers made her purr and moan like a jungle cat -- so when I squeezed her tits roughly and slapped at them with my big hands, spanking the pink ripe flesh, Angel writhed under me wildly.
"Oh yes Daddy ... hurt me good, I've been so so bad..."
Mauling her tits anew, I returned my attentions to the perfectly smooth, wonderfully wet pussy before me. I gave her clit one last lingering kiss before sliding my tongue inside, wriggling and licking deep as her legs opened wider, the heels of her slutty boots locked behind my neck.
Angel bucked wildly as I ate her delicious cunt, grabbing my hand and suckling on 2 of my fingers, working them in and out of her strawberry mouth just as eagerly as she had done with my stiff cock, which was now pressed urgently against the side of the bed. I closed my eyes and savored her spiced-sugar taste, my tongue lapping eagerly, lips clamped to Angel's sweet tight pussy lips. My goatee scratched and tickled at her inner thighs as I worked, making her tremble and shake even more.
"Oh Daddy Daddy Daddy..." Angel moaned, looking down at me, breathing hard. "I knew you'd eat my sweet little pussy so nice... I can't wait to feel your big cock in me, making me your little whore..." She pushed her head back into the bed, only sounds coming out of her mouth now as I licked faster, deeper, wetter, rubbing gently at her burning clit while I feasted. I attacked her cunt with my mouth as I never had before (though, to be fair, I'd never eaten a pussy this sweet before), my tongue exploring, wet and slippery-sweet. Angel pulled me in tighter with her legs, her fingers once again grabbing my short hair, and I could tell I was driving her closer and closer to orgasm; her cries turned to pants, her dirty talk just meaningless sounds as she wriggled under me.
As her climax built to its inevitable conclusion, I waited until I was sure she was mere seconds from cumming, and when I could feel it start, I slid my tongue out of her hot wet cunt, immediately replacing it with 2 fingers, and sucking fiercely on her pink clit, nipping with my teeth as I did so. The reaction was close to nuclear; Angel bucked wildly under me, screaming out "DADDY YESSSS," her pussy pulsating wildly, squirting on my fingers and the bed as I pumped and sucked wildly, bringing her through the spasms of her orgasm, my fingers slowing gently, my sucks turning to gentle kisses on her clit and lips. I broke off, licking my lips, bringing my sticky fingers to her sweet lips, rubbing them with cunt juice. Angel grabbed my wrist, licking and lapping at her own fingers like a cat, tasting her own pussy eagerly.
"MMmmm... Oh fuck Daddy... I've never ever cum that hard... I knew you'd treat me right," she said, her body undulating on the sheets, catlike.
"Just you wait, babygirl," I said, sliding up and kissing her pussy-sticky lips, taking her body in my arms once more, tongues playing wet and sweet as she moaned into my mouth. My burning hardon was pressed into her hip, and her fingers idly played over its length.
"Oh my... this sweet cock wants to go somewhere, doesn't it?" Angel said, her eyes burning deeply into mine. I nodded, stroking her face. "Does it want to go into my tight... hot... wet little pussy?" I nodded again, my eyes dark with lust. Angel's lips moved to my ear as she whispered while gripping my shaft "How... bad... does he want it?"
"I'll show you," was my only reply, and suddenly my hands were gripping Angel's slim body, manhandling her roughly, moving her onto her back, her sexy red hair spread out on the pillows. I was poised over her, my hard cock rubbing up and down on her still-slippery pussy lips, my hands holding her wrists down over her head. Angel's eyes were dancing with light. "Oh god Daddy... " she moaned, her tits heaving prettily. "Please... take me. Please... fuck me... fuck me..."
It was an invitation I'd been waiting a long time for and I didn't intend to ignore it one second longer. I slid inside Angel's hot teen pussy in one thrust, to my hot, heavy balls, sealing our lips with a kiss as I did so. Angel's cry was muffled against my lips, and I fed her my tongue as my cock nestled inside her, buried to the hilt. I rocked my hips gently, moving my prick inside her tight hot hole.
"Daddy... " Angel sighed, kissing me softly, my lips, my face, my neck. "I waited for you ... wanted my first man to be sweet, and kind, and sexy... I knew I was right, knew you'd make me your woman, your slut, your toy... I'm yours now."
"Mine," I echoed, sliding almost all the way out and then slamming home inside her. "Mine," I said again, with another deep thrust. Then again, and again, pounding home every time. "MY slut ... MY whore ... MY pussy ... MY little sex doll ... to FUCK whenever I want!"
"Yes! Yes! YESSSS DADDY!" my new slut screamed as I fucked her, cock driving into her tight pussy over and over, her legs wrapped around me, tits bouncing as we shook the bed. "Oh god ... oh I'm gonna cum again already .. don't stop!"
I knelt up on the bed, releasing Angel's wrists, holding her waist and slamming her even harder, my cock a piledriver in her sweet cunt, watching as it was swallowed to the root by her smooth tight bare pussy. I already knew that 18-year-old pussy was among the sweetest, but now I had discovered a new sweetness; 18-year-old forbidden pussy. The thrill of the taboo, of fucking my stepdaughter roughly on my marriage bed, was making my cock an iron bar, and I felt like I could fuck all year. I moved my hands to her big, ripe tits once again, slapping and squeezing them as I impaled Angel's cunt.
"Yesss Daddy, do it, hurt me, I know you love those big titties, hurt them good!" Angel cried out, body spasming under me as I rode her harder and harder. "Oh fuck -- Oh fuckfuckfuck I'm ... cummming!" my princess cried, her fingers digging into my forearms and her hips bucking with mine, pussy squirting all over my pumping dick, as I rode out the waves of her orgasm, her chest flushing as I toyed with her rock-hard nipples. I slowed my pace a little, but kept sliding in and out, every inch every time, making her cry out with little aftershocks to her orgasm. "You like that, babygirl?" I said, as if I couldn't tell by the look of glazed bliss on her face.
"Oh, Daddy, " was the reply, that word once again making my cock twitch and pulse. She murmured another word softly, one I couldn't hear, and as I leaned down close to her heavenly lips I made it out: "More..more.."
"With pleasure," I said, smiling, far from done with this hot redheaded slut. I slid my rod out of her tight cunt with a slippery sound, making her cry out again, and my hands once again moved her into position, flipping her onto all fours. "Hold that headboard good and tight, baby," I said. "Daddy's gonna fuck his little doggy slut now."
Angel obeyed, flipping her sexy hair as she looked back over her shoulder at me, her back arched, sticking her ass out at me, looking like pure sex from her head to her bootheels. She was once again biting her plump lower lip (I think she knew what that was doing to me), her tight little pussy dripping down her thighs. I eagerly reached out and caressed the twin pink peaches of her ripe ass, kneading and playing, my fingers once again close to the heat of her cunt but making her wait.
"Oh god, Daddy, I want you so fucking bad... do whatever you want to me... eat me, spank me, fuck me, just make me your bitch now..."
I decided on option 2 and, kneeling beside her on the bed, I wound her long, thick hair in one hand, holding the reins tightly. My other hand stopped fondling her ripe firm ass and raised up over it, assuming the position. Angel saw this and grinned cheekily. "Ohhh is Daddy gonna spank his bad baby? I've been so, so, so fucking bad..."
"What did you do, baby? Tell Daddy," I said, playing along, my hand in the air, her head pulled back.
"I -- I went in your bedroom the other morning... after you both went to work, after I heard you fucking Mom, and I buried my face in the sheets -- I could smell your scent, your cum. I licked the wet spot on the sheets and tasted you... I laid right there and fingered my pussy, I came so hard..."
Smack! My hand came down, making sharp contact with Angel's luscious ass. She cried out lustily. "What else? Tell me everything, slut. NOW."
Panting now, Angel started giving her confession. "Oh Daddy, I'm bad ... I wrote in my diary about how I want your cock, about how I want you to hold me down and fuck my holes, to make me your personal whore, to shoot your cum all over me, inside me... I don't care if Mom reads it..."
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"What else, you little slut?" I asked, my cock pressing into her hip, my hand leaving red marks on her sweet cheeks.
"I -- I was on a study date with Jenna from class... we were telling secrets and she told me that she fucked you last summer when Mom and me were away... she knew you'd filmed it so we found the tape in your underwear drawer ... we watched it. Oh Daddy, we got so fucking turned on -- we fucked on my bed, she ate me out and then she fucked me with my own vibrator..."
That little tramp, I thought, but checked myself -- this had potential, if we could arrange another special study date. Smack! Smack! Smack! My hand was a blur, coming down hard, spanking roughly, making Angel scream out every time. "That's it, Daddy, that's all; I'll be good, but please, please..."
That was quite enough, I decided, there was no need for Angel to finish her sentence -- mostly because my cock was crying out for her again. I moved around behind her, my hand keeping tight hold of her long sexy hair, and plunged once again into her perfectly shaven pussy, finding it soaking wet from her spanking.
"OOOOohhhhhhhhh FUCK DADDY YES! FUCK your little slut, make me take it all - GOD yes!" Angel screamed out, bucking against me, body undulating for me, rolling her hips as my prick explored her sweet cunt over and over, hammering home every time, my balls slapping against her, my hand full of her thick red hair, branding her as my own. The bed was shaking, the headboard slamming into the wall with every powerful movement as our bodies met. My free hand was all over her as I held tight to her 'reins'; slapping her bouncing ass, squeezing her perfect tits, slipping a finger into her open mouth to be sucked on hungrily. Angel cried out and moaned for more, harder, deeper, and I obliged, giving her every stiff, thick inch of cock as deep and hard as I could, relishing the feel of a tight young sweet forbidden pussy on my hard dick.
Once again my hands were on Angel's body and I moved her into a new position, my cock reluctantly leaving the tight heat of her cunt. I moved her onto her back again, her legs open for me as I slid a pillow under her hips. As she saw this, Angel's eyes were wide with delight and desire. "Oh Daddy -- are you gonna fuck my tight ass?" she said, her body moving sensuously as I knelt over her. My response was merely a smile, but I reached down, dipped 2 fingers into her slick, sweet pussy, and began rubbing moist pussy juice around the puckered rosebud of her perfect asshole. Angel cried out as if I had entered her already, and my smile widened. "Has anyone ever been in this little hole, babygirl?"
"MMmmm... nobody ever, Daddy ... you'll be the first," she said girlishly, lips curled in a smile. I shook my head.
"No, baby. Not the first. The only."
Angel giggled and nodded, and I started gently pushing 1 wet, slick finger into her ass, slow but sure, insistent. She gasped and bit her lip, but her pulsing hole gently opened for me, gripping my finger tight. Pumping in and out slowly and gently, I watched her face as the dark lust moved across it, settling behind her eyes as she gazed up at me, wanting this just as much as I did. Keeping my finger buried in her tight ass, I reached over, into the bedside table drawer, pulling out some lube. Angel locked her eyes on my raging cock as I squeezed a thick line of it along my shaft.
"Please, Daddy ... let me?" she pleaded, panting as I fingered her ass, a second finger starting to nudge inside now. I nodded indulgently, and her slim fingers wrapped around my rod, rubbing the warming lube into my length, coating me in slick heat. She scooped some on her finger and worked it around her ass too, as my fingers explored. Returning her gaze to mine, she nodded decisively. "Do it, Daddy. Take my ass. Fuck it. Make it yours..."
"Nothing I'd rather do, baby," I said, sliding my fingers out -- she groaned, mouth open in a O of pleasure -- and rubbing the hot, tight hole with the head of my burning, rock-hard cock. Holding the base firmly, I locked my eyes on Angel's, sharing a thousand unspoken words as I pushed, gently, so gently, eager to be buried inside but holding off. She panted harder, chest heaving, nipples standing out like bullets, gripping my arms as -- with a sudden POP -- the head of my cock slipped into her asshole.
"Oh FUCK," Angel cried, fingernails digging into my arms sharply (There would be marks to explain later, but for right this second, I could have cared less if my wife had walked in and pulled up a chair as I fucked this perfect redhead). "Oh ... DADDYYYY... I never knew it would ... I never ... "she faltered, shaking her head, hair tossing. "G-give me more? Please?"
My hands moved to Angel's round, wondrous tits and I squeezed gently as I continued pushing, my throbbing dick easing into her tight hole, its passage eased by the lubricant but still so fucking tight I had to use short powerful strokes to slide in, inch by inch by inch. And with every new inch inside her, Angel cried out louder, mouth open wide, body thrashing wildly under me, helpless with pleasure.
"Am I hurting you, baby?" I asked, watching her face closely. She tilted her head to face mine, eyes wide, lips wet and parted. She nodded slowly.
"Yes... yes, it hurts.. it hurts so fucking good. Don't stop, Daddy, FUCK me!"
That was all I needed to hear -- I started to gently slide my cock out of her hole, then suddenly pounded it in again, right to the hilt. "YES!" my girl cried as my cock nestled in her asshole. "YES! YES! YES!" as I continued my long, powerful strokes, truly fucking her ass, making it mine just as I had with her mouth and pussy. My hands were gripping her tits, mauling, squeezing, rolling her nipples between my big fingers, and Angel was bucking and spasming under me, one of her hands moving to her clit, rubbing wildly as I owned, branded, pumped her virgin ass.
"And NOW you're mine, slut," I moaned, slamming inside, the tight heat overwhelming. "NOW you're truly my personal cock toy, MY fuck doll, MY whore, MINE MINE MINE," I cried, every word punctuated by my cock entering Angel's delicious asshole.
"Yes... oh yes, whatever you say, just don't stop, Daddy, my Daddy, FUCK ME!"
Angel's legs were around me once more as I pinned her there, impaling her ass, filling it over and over with long, thick, pulsing dick. I leaned down, claiming her mouth with mine, and she clung to me hungrily, her pink tongue in my mouth and her arms around me. We kissed deeply, lovingly and somehow tenderly despite being locked in a pornographic embrace, and as we broke off the kiss, my dick still shuttling in and out of her ass as she moaned in my arms, the look on Angel's beautiful face was one of sheerest peace.
"Oh Daddy... Daddy, my Daddy, I love you," she said, touching my face, biting her lip as I slammed her ass.
"And I love you too, my Angel... always."
"Daddy?" she moaned, kissing my cheek, my neck, as she gripped my ass.
"Yes, babygirl?"
"Cum inside me? Please? I'm on the pill, I started when I knew I wanted you to be my first, my only... please cum in my pussy?" Her eyes were wide, deep-green, pleading. I nodded. "Oh Daddy... do it now. Cum with me..."
I eased back, sliding out of her ass, and almost immediately was balls-deep in her hungry cunt once more, Angel wrapping around me and pulling me in, bodies rocking together, locking perfectly in sync. We kissed, tongues playing, my dick driving home.
"Oh Daddy... Daddy cum in me... I'm your woman, so make me your woman, fill me up!" Angel's hips were rocking with mine and I could feel her orgasm building again; her flushed cheeks, wide deep eyes, soft lips and bouncing tits were driving me toward the point of no return, and this time I let it happen; my hips pumped faster, my dick drove deeper, balls slapping against soft pink skin, with a quickening rhythm neither of us could stop if we wanted to.
"Oh ANGEL ... oh GOD baby I LOVE you!" I cried, arching my back, unleashing a huge torrent of thick cum into her tight young pussy. Rope after thick, hot rope spurted from my raging cock, filling deep. Angel arched her own back, pushing her head back into the pillows, pussy gripping me for dear life as it spasmed and pulsated. "Oh DADDYYYYY I'm CUMMMINGGGGGG!" she cried loudly, pussy squirting for me, on me, around my hard pole, as it gave up its last drops of spunk inside her, milked dry. Panting, I lowered myself gently onto her again, kissing those plump pink strawberry lips as she welcomed me into her arms.
We lay that way for some time, I have no idea how long. Time seemed to stretch and stop as we stroked each others' cooling skin, kissed each other softly, deeply. I rolled her over, her head on my chest as I stroked that magnificent hair.
"I think our lives just got a lot more interesting, Daddy..." she giggled, tracing a finger down my chest.
Little did we know...More than 2 weeks had passed since the fateful forbidden night I'd fucked my 18-year-old stepdaughter Angel on my marriage bed while my wife was out of town; we had spent a glorious weekend in each others' arms, only leaving the bed to shower and eat, then diving right back into another sex session (although most of the showering ended up as a sex session too; try soaping up the ripe round tits of a redheaded sex kitten without wanting to fuck them).
Since then, after my wife had returned from her conference (the welcome-home sex that night had been particularly energetic and noisy; I knew as we banged the headboard against the wall that Angel was on the other side of that wall, lying in bed furiously fingering herself or fucking herself with her vibrator), my Angel and I had been forced to be a little more circumspect in our affections; there were lots of meaningful looks across the dinner table (and a few risky games of footsie), good-morning kisses that lingered just a second too long, and one incredible blowjob in the laundry room while my wife was on the treadmill, that ended with Angel smiling up at me, her beautiful face, swanlike neck and round full tits coated with my thick hot cum. I had eagerly returned the favor, eating out her hot shaven pussy as she sat on the pulsating dryer with her skirt around her waist and her legs around my neck.
But aside from flirtations and occasional trysts, we hadn't had sex since that perfect weekend -- something we intended to remedy as one warm Saturday night rolled around.
"Bye, Mom! Bye, Dad!" Angel called out as she stuck her head around the living room door that evening, her face made up, lips red and glossy. "I won't be too late."
"Where are you going, sweetie?" my wife asked, looking up from her papers. "Out with Jenna and the girls?"
"Yup!" Angel grinned sweetly. "We're gonna get something to eat and maybe catch a movie."
"Well, just be careful," my wife said, her head already down in her quarterly earnings report again. "Back by midnight."
"Oh, I think 1 would be OK, babe," I chimed in, smiling over at Angel, knowing full well the reason she wasn't showing us her outfit for the night. "She's a young woman now, after all." I winked at Angel and she pursed her lips at me, eyes twinkling.
"I suppose that's fine. Bye, sweetie." Angel blew us a kiss and threw me a wink and she was out the door in a flash; I could hear her high heels clicking down the hall, but my wife (thankfully) never wondered why she would be wearing heels to dinner and a movie. I stood up, stretching. "You sure you don't mind me leaving you for the night too?" I said, touching her shoulder.
"No; I know Pete would want you there to celebrate his birthday. Besides --" she said, gesturing to the waterfall of paper on the table in front of her -- "I have all these to go over by Monday's meeting."
"Well, don't hurt your eyes, babe," I said, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. "I'll try to be home by 1 as well," I said, smiling. She smiled up at me and I made my exit too.
I looked myself over in the car mirror on that long drive, with my cock urgently pressing against my zipper the entire way; it had been risky arranging this 'date', but I knew if I didn't get my cock inside Angel's heavenly holes again soon I'd go crazy. I decided as I pulled into the parking lot of 'Stash', the hottest new club in town, that I looked a little old to be there, but not exactly an antique. I would have to do.
I spotted Angel waiting by the entrance as we'd agreed and waved her over. She tottered to the passenger side of the car in the outfit she'd been careful not to show her mom; tight silver dress, barely covering her ripe ass and full tits, long legs ending in black spike heels. She carried a tiny silver purse, and as she opened the door and slid into the car the dress rode up, revealing a creamy expanse of firm thigh. Immediately she kissed me, her arms around my neck and her tongue exploring, sighing into my mouth.
"Oh Daddy," Angel moaned, touching my face. "This was such a good idea. I want to take you in there and show you off to all those little sluts, they'll be green with envy."
"More like the other way around, babygirl. Every cock in that place will be hard for you."
"Oh, but I only want one," my baby replied, one finger tracing my aching hardon through my jeans. "I want it inside me, so fucking deep it hurts..." she said, leaning forward for another kiss.
"All good things come to sweet girls who wait," I said, smiling as I stopped her lips with a finger. "Remember, tonight I'm your date, not your dad. If we're going to do this right, call me Griff."
"Yes, Daddy," Angel said coquettishly, a finger in her mouth, batting her eyelashes at me, arms pressed together to create an enticing vee of deep cleavage. "Don't start that," I said, sighing, "or I'll forget that I'm a gentleman and I'll fuck you right here in this car, missy."
Angel giggled and smiled at me. "OK, Daddy -- Griff. I'll be good, I swear. I want our first date to be special."
"That's my girl." I pecked her on the cheek, eager for more but willing to wait for it. "Wait right there."
As Angel sat primly on the passenger seat, I made my way around, opening her door and offering my hand. "Shall we?"
"We shall," she said, grinning happily, offering her dainty hand and letting me help her out of the seat -- no mean feat, considering how short and tight her dress was. She took my arm and we made our way up to the club entrance -- no more than a doorway with an awning on a long, unremarkable brick building.
"Da -- Griff, baby, there's such a long line, will we even get in?" Angel pouted. "I don't want to wait out here all night, I want to dance with you."
"Trust me, babygirl," I said, making my way confidently up to the thickset bouncer with the clipboard who was guarding the club's velvet rope zealously. I discreetly slipped the folded fifty into his palm with my handshake, murmured a few words in his ear, and he smiled beatifically, lifting the rope aside for me to take my Angel inside.
"It's all in how you handle yourself, baby," I said, patting her lush ass as the heavy iron door was opened for us. Angel giggled happily as we made our way into the wide expanse of the club. A long bar covered 2 walls, and most of the rest of the space was given over to a checkered dance floor, swimming with lights. Some tables and booths lined the remaining wall space, but most of the patrons were on the dance floor, moving in a tight mass, sweatily gyrating to the heavy bass that vibrated through the place. Hanging over the dance floor were several clear glass cages, accessible via staircases in each corner, where couples also danced, hanging in full view of the throng as they moved. Most, if not all, of the girls were dressed much as Angel was (although none could hold a candle to her), in tiny dresses, heels, fuck-me boots -- there were even a few 'naughty schoolgirls' in white blouses tied under their tits, ties loosened, little plaid skirts, kneehigh socks and Mary Janes. An interesting look, and I found my mind wandering to what Angel would look like as a slutty student, but she snapped my mind back to reality, grabbing my hand and smiling up at me.
"Thank you so much for taking me here, - Griff. You're the best -- date - ever."
"Anything for my favorite -- date," I said, leaning down into a soft kiss, dipping my tongue into her eager mouth and holding her waist, pulling her into a brief embrace. "You want a drink, or does my baby want to dance?"
"Let's get a drink, Griff!" Angel said, pulling me to the bar, relishing this date just as much as I was. We made our way to a less-crowded section and waited to be served, side by side, Angel excitedly looking around at the heaving club. As I held out a bill, trying to catch the pretty young Emo bartender's attention while she mixed a cocktail, I heard a voice from Angel's other side, oozing with teenage confidence.
"Hello there, sweet thing. Damn! You are looking fine tonight. This is your first time, right? 'Cause, like, I'd remember you, for sure."
I was sure there was only one girl he could be talking to, and sure enough, as I turned, he was standing over Angel, leering into her cleavage. Did I sound like that at his age? I wondered. God, I hope not.
Angel was smiling the teasing smile I knew so well, playing up to the part. "You really think I'm... fine?" she said, smoothing down her dress.
"Damn straight, babe. You want to dance, or should we go sit down someplace a little quieter?" this frat boy with greasy hair and jeans hanging off his ass was asking, honestly believing he was in with a shot with my Angel.
"Oh..." Angel said, feigning disappointment. "I prefer it loud... don't I, Griff, baby?" she said, slipping an arm around my waist as I turned to lay my arm across her shoulder, caressing the sweet swell of her breast as it pushed up out of her slinky dress.
"You have something to say to my girlfriend?" I said, giving the punk a long, hard glare.
"Nah, man, nah, it's good. My mistake," he said, backing away, hands raised, off to try his chances with some other lucky girl. Angel turned in my arms, tits pressed into my chest,
smiling. "Did you like how he was talking to me... Griff?" she said, almost, but not quite, cupping my ass.
"You know I didn't, baby," I said, stroking her cheek. "Nobody gets to talk to you that way."
"Nobody but you, Griff," she smiled, and I leaned down, biting gently at her neck, sucking on the skin. She gasped in my ear. "Ohhh Daddy," she whispered. "I love being your girlfriend. I love this," she sighed, fingers in my hair. "I love that you would fight for me, makes me feel so special, so protected. Maybe I'll flirt with some more guys, just to drive you crazy...?"
"You do that and I may have to teach you a lesson, missy," I said, slapping her ass playfully, turning to get our drinks.
A few minutes later, Angel and I were at the bar, sipping our drinks, talking, touching, kissing -- looking for all the world like a couple out on a date, albeit of the May-to-December romance variety. An age difference of 18 to 38 could be worse, I wasn't old enough to be her grandfather, at least, but I certainly felt older than every single other guy in the place. Having the hottest girl in the room hanging off my arm with her tongue in my mouth certainly helped, however. It was mostly too loud to talk, but we weren't doing much talking, just enjoying the opportunity to be as close as we wanted to be.
Angel grabbed my wrist and grinned up at me. "Dance with me, baby," she said, grinding up against me and moving her hips sensuously, making my hardon press into her. I wasn't about to argue so, leaving my drink half-finished on the bar, I let the redheaded teen lead me into the throbbing mass of moving bodies under the lights. Quarters were close but we squeezed into a spot near the center of the crowd, Angel with her arms around my neck and her hips moving against mine.
We started to move with the deep music, and despite the crowd, the lights, the strobes and the pounding bass, all I could see was her, moving in my arms, stepping away to move to the music before pressing back into me, her eyes on mine the entire time. Angel turned in my arms, bending and wiggling her ass against my crotch, making my already-hard dick throb even harder, teasing me as she looked back over her shoulder at me, moving her hands over her luscious body. I pulled her up, my chest against her back, kissing and licking her neck as my face was buried in the red glory of her hair, and Angel moved my hands from her slim waist to her abundant tits, leaning her head back against me while I squeezed and caressed, lost in her.
I'm sure we were catching a few stares despite the crowded dancefloor, but Angel pressed into me harder, cupping my neck, urging me to taste her, suck and bite on her soft pink skin. One of my hands moved to the hem of her tiny dress, stroking her thigh, and I could feel her legs open slightly; my fingers danced to her inner thigh, close to the heat of her sweet young pussy. I could hear Angel sigh into my ear despite the noise, and I rubbed gently over what felt like cotton panties, which now had an undeniable wet spot as I teased and touched.
Angel's sweet voice was unmistakable in my ear as she moaned lightly 'Daddy -- take me up there, show me off...please?', pointing to the glass cage hanging over us.
My response was to take her by the hand and lead her firmly through the heaving, sweaty young bodies to the staircase, gesturing for her to walk up before me. She smiled and, heels clicking, walked up to the cage, with me following behind, one supportive hand on her hip and two appreciative eyes on her ass.
There were only 2 girls in there once we closed the glass door behind us, eyes closed as they moved to the music, not caring that the glass floor was giving many of the revelers underneath a prime view up their tiny skirts. Angel took my hand and led me to the center of the cage, once again grinding into me, expertly moving with the beat. I moved with her as best I could, happy only to watch how happy and beautiful she was.
There was a break in the music and Angel spun into my arms, touching my face, cheeks and cleavage flushed, eyes wide. "So," she said, biting her lip, smiling devilishly up at me. "Tell me, Griff ... do you kiss on the first date?"
"Depends on the girl," I said, hands cupping her pert firm ass, grinding gently into her to show her the effect it was having to watch her dance.
"And this girl? Will you kiss this girl... Griff?"
"For starters." I cupped her neck and pulled her hungrily into a long, deep, passionate kiss, sharing breaths and sighs and soft moans, and Angel moved sensuously in my arms, her body alive, lush and warm. The music was once again pumping in our ears but we didn't care about dancing any more; we moved as one, and I backed her into the glass wall of the cage, one of her legs curling around my waist, my lips on her neck, licking, sucking, biting, leaving red marks on the perfect skin. Angel gasped, nails digging into my back through my shirt, pressing against me, her tits threatening to burst free from her low cut skimpy dress -- so I helped them, pulling the material down and filling my hands with her soft, ripe, firm globes of succulent flesh.
By now the girls who had been sharing the cage had fled, giggling, and I could see that we were drawing some long looks from the dancers below. Let them watch, I thought. They might learn something. I suckled and licked at Angel's big tits, rolling her nipples between my teeth, hungry for her body. Angel had one hand between my legs rubbing fiercely at my straining dick as she panted, eyes open, head back, hair streaming down her back. Her dress was now a wide belt around her waist, and I thrust my hand between her legs, finding white cotton panties. Gripping the material, I tore them free of her body in one movement, shoving them into my pocket.
Giggling, Angel said "You're gonna have to buy me new panties, Daddy Griff..."
"All you want, babygirl," I replied, dropping to my knees, lifting one of Angel's legs so she could drape it over my shoulder. Looking down I could see we were drawing a crowd of spectators now, and I smiled as I kissed my way up Angel's firm, creamy thigh, my hands on her ass,
squeezing, stroking. Angel had her hands in her hair, her breath fast and frantic. "Oh Daddy... Daddy Griff, eat me, eat my pussy, show them how it's done..." I peppered her soft cunt lips with burning kisses, tasting, licking gently, staying clear of her clit for the moment, softly licking up and down at her pussy lips, and Angel moaned louder, one hand fisting in my short hair as I teased.
"FUCK... you know what I want, Daddy, EAT me..." she groaned. I winked up at her, and started sucking on her clit with a frenzy, moaning at the sweet taste. I shoved a finger inside her as I did so, and the glass walls shook with Angel's shudders as her body writhed, the vibrations of the music adding to the vibrations caused by my probing tongue. Her hips were bucking and I held her in place firmly as my tongue replaced my finger and I held my hand up, offering her the wet digit. She grabbed my wrist and hungrily sucked on my slippery finger, tasting her own hot pussy and moaning as I squeezed her ass, my tongue wriggling and flickering deep, tasting inside that honeyed hole.
"MMmmmmm... oh Daddy Daddy Daddy," Angel cried out, not caring who heard her now. "God I love your sweet tongue, the way you taste me... you want baby to cum for you?"
I only nodded, eyes closed, face buried between her legs as I feasted on her tight young pussy like a starving man. My tongue dipped in and out more insistently, only emerging so that I could kiss and suck Angel's pink clit before diving back in deep, exploring and writhing. My hands ached to touch her, and they slid up to roughly grab Angel's impeccable tits, mauling them as I licked and sucked and ate the sweetest pussy I'd ever tasted.
Angel loved to have her tits played with and this sent another wave of movement through her tight firm body; she bucked against the glass, leg curling tight around me as I shoved my tongue deep, moaning into her cunt. "Oh DADDY!" she screamed, hands over her head, bucking her hips into my face. "Oh god.. oh god god god I'm.... I'm going to .. I'm cummmmminggggg!" she screamed, her wet pussy squirting onto my probing tongue, my sucking lips, my chin. I kept on licking and lapping, hungry for the taste of her as her body was wracked by the throes of orgasm. As the final spasms rippled through her body I broke off, smiling up at my Angel, licking my lips.
"MMmmmm... come here, you," she said softly, pulling me up by my shirt into a kiss, a wet, deep, open kiss, her tongue tasting her own pussy, licking her juices from my lips and chin. Our hands explored each other, slow but firm. Angel looked over her shoulder at the small throng of onlookers who had been watching out little show.
"I think they want more, Daddy.. don't you?" she said, touching my face, rubbing her body against mine.
"What did you have in mind for act 2, sweet thing?"
"Let me show you..." the flushed redhead said, immediately dropping to her knees and fishing my swollen, pulsating cock from my jeans. I could see and hear our audience clapping and cheering over the pulsing music, then returned my full attention to the gorgeous girl on her knees before me. Angel pushed my jeans and boxers to my ankles and, smiling, gripped my shaft in her hot little hands, stroking it up and down, cooing over it, giving it soft kisses. I stroked the thick curls of her hair and watched as, eyes closed, she started running her lips up and down the length, giving it long strokes with her soft pink tongue, looking for all the world like a little girl enjoying her favorite ice cream cone. My dick twitched and throbbed harder with every sensation, so rock-hard for her it hurt, my balls swollen with the load of cum I was desperate to give her, the cum that had been building up as we'd been forced to stay away from each other at home.
Angel sat up a little, smiling as she cupped her round, full tits, gently wrapping them around the shaft of my stiff cock. I sighed and moaned her name as she spit on my cockhead, oiling the passage between those fleshy globes, starting to slide up and down, my rod perfectly encased in firm titflesh.
"I told you my tits were perfect for fucking, Daddy," she breathed, licking at my swollen cockhead as it emerged from her valley of cleavage. I was in no mood to argue, taking hold of those round tits, and squeezing them as I pumped up and down, my foreskin pulling back, the hot swollen head emerging, purple and pulsing. Angel laid a wet kiss on my cockhead every time it slid up to bump her plump lips, sometimes suckling on the head, humming and moaning, eyes closed in bliss, sending unbelievable sensations up and down my prick and through my heavy balls. I toyed with her tits as I slid in and out of her cleavage, pulling on her nipples, pinching and squeezing the globes in my big hands, and Angel grasped my ass, urging me to fuck her tits.My thrusts got rougher, longer, and Angel opened her mouth, angling her head down so that my cock slid into it every time, making a wet sloppy sound, a wet trail connecting her lips to my thick shaft. Her eyes were locked onto mine, burning deep into me as I pumped and thrust, showing me how much she loved this. She was taking more and more into her mouth, and my dick slid out from between her bouncing tits as she tilted her head back and forth, holding the base of the shaft and slurping the head between her lips. I leaned forward, both hands on the glass as Angel took over, her hands on my cock and balls, her mouth working overtime on me, gobbling deep, wet and noisy and wild. She closed her eyes and bobbed on my raging dick, taking every inch down her throat, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, wet slobber dripping from her mouth onto her tits. I moaned and panted, my hips pumping, fucking her mouth harder, deeper, rougher, and Angel expertly took it, my dick hitting the back of her throat with every thrust. I could hear her moans and the hungry sounds coming from her hot mouth and felt myself losing control, wanting this to last forever but knowing that the moment of truth was near. As if she heard my thoughts, Angel broke off from her expert blowjob, kissing my cock as she gripped the base.
"Do you want to cum, Daddy Griff?" she panted, licking her lips, smiling, lipstick smeared sexily.
"God, yes, baby," I said, touching her face.
"Cum in my mouth," she said, pumping my cock, pulling the foreskin back. "I want every drop... your little slut wants to drink your cum, Daddy."
"Oh Angel," I moaned as she sank down on my dick again, hands-free, taking it into her mouth over and over, faster and faster, long hair flying and tits jiggling. The sight was too much, this amazing redheaded slut sucking my cock for all she was worth, noisily slurping and sucking, hands on my ass, wordlessly begging for my cum, and I could feel a huge load of cum boiling up from my balls, my dick hardening even more, my balls tight. The second before I felt my massive orgasm begin, my hands went to Angel's head and I buried my dick in her throat as it leapt and pulsed, shooting out thick streams of spunk into her perfect mouth. Angel moaned, her eyes wide, her hands squeezing my ass, gulping down the spurts of cum as they shot from my rigid dick. As I could feel the jets of cum start to slow, I eased off a little, starting to pull out, but Angel moaned, her hands firm, pulling me closer, locking my dick in her mouth and sucking, drawing the cum from me, eager for ever drop. I stroked her curls, moaning her name over and over, my dick pulsing with my heart, fast and hard.
When she was sure she had drained me of spunk, only then did Angel release my dick from her lips. She sat back on her heels, wiping her lips with a hand, smiling that wicked smile I loved, kissing my dick from base to head. "Oh, Daddy... Daddy Daddy Daddy... you are ... so fucking yummy," she said, stroking my thighs as she licked my spent, softening dick.
"Baby... Angel, my baby..." I said, lost for words, pulling her up, into my arms, into a long hot wet kiss, as cheers erupted from our viewing platform. I helped smooth her dress down and settle her heaving tits into the material again, and she helped buckle my pants, cupping my crotch and kissing me once we were both dressed, albeit a little more rumpled and flushed than when we entered the club.
"Let's go, Daddy... I want my date to take me home," Angel said, arms around me.
"With pleasure, babygirl," I said, taking her hand and leading her out of the cage, and discreetly out of a side exit. On the drive home, we enjoyed the afterglow of our wild night, touching and kissing, Angel curled up on her passenger seat and nestled into me. As I dropped her off around the corner from the house,
planning to circle the block a few times before coming home from my 'birthday party', the voice in my head once again told me that this was trouble, and would more than likely end badly.
I decided I still didn't care.