“Mom told me you were a wild lover.”
“She did hmm,” I said, looking at her.
“Is that your opinion as well?”
“Fuck yeah,” she said, jumping up and kissing me hard on the mouth.
Late that night after Gia fell asleep in my arms, I thought about the wild sex her mom and I had. The stories she could have shared with Gia. So many I’d forgotten until now.
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Gia had a week before she started her new job, so I took time off from Randal Inc to spend with her.
She wanted to take up tennis and golf, so we went around to set her up for lessons at my clubs. She dressed smartly and garnered attention as well as you-lucky-bastard looks from the men. We opted to start dating before we announced our marriage.
We sat down for lunch at the country club.
“You look gorgeous today, Gia. You’ve got every cock in the place hard.”
She smiled and leaned back in her chair. The sundress was sheer but underlined and in shades of blues. The plunging neckline exposed the inner curve of each forty D.
I leaned closer and said, “Someday soon I’m going to fuck those.”
She leaned and tugged my earlobe with her teeth and whispered, “They’re all yours, Stephen.” We smiled at her use of my name.
We shopped for tennis and golf clothes for her in the afternoon, then went back to the house to get dressed for dinner. I made reservations at a restaurant with stellar food, a view, and dancing.
I dressed first and went out onto the balcony.
I heard heels click across the tile floor and turned, stopping me in my tracks.
She curled her hair and it fell in waves down her back. Her makeup was impeccable, her creamy skin a perfect complement to the black lace slip dress.
It appears as though she’s nude under the fine ebony lace. The center front slit goes just a shade short of respectable, black thigh-high hose and black stacked spike heels.
“Wow,” I breathed.
She held out her arms and spun around. “How do I look?”
“Like someone I want to throw down and fuck right now.”
“Why thank you, Dad, that’s just the response I wanted.”
She wrapped her arms around me and we kissed. It never took long for our kisses to inflame us so I pulled back.
“We’ll need to leave soon babe.” I put my arm around her. “Those shoes make you as tall as me.”
As promised the food was excellent, the view stellar and the music for romance perfect.
We moved to a secluded table near the dance floor and moved out for a dance.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I held her waist.
“Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?”
“Uhm, maybe once or twice,” she smiled,
Her head was on my shoulder, her breath washed over my neck. I took a trembling breath and pulled her closer. I slipped my hand between us and through the slit in her dress. She moaned softly. Her panties were soaked with her juices.
I pushed them aside with my finger and found her clit. She quivered, and put her mouth to my ear, whispering, “Make me cum, Daddy.”
She began to softly pant in my ear as I took her higher. Her breasts pushed into my chest, while we swayed to the music. She jolted when it hit her. I covered her mouth with mine and felt the quiet mews as she came on my fingers.
She nearly collapsed in my arms and after she got her footing, we went back to the table.
“She said you used to make her cum just like that,” she said, leaning her head on my shoulder.
“I did. She told you that too?” She nodded. “You like the thought of that when she told you.”
“Yesss,” she hissed. “It turned me on. I encouraged her to tell me about your sex lives.”
“I was oversexed, she just went along with it. Happily, went along with it, I daresay,” I laughed.
“I think you’re still pretty randy,” she whispered, slipping her hand into my lap. “You’re hard as a rock. I bet if I get your cock out it’ll be covered with your precum.”
I slid closer to the table to remain unseen. “Maybe you should find out for yourself.”
She eased my zipper down and carefully pulled my cock through the fly.
“It’s like hard steel and throbbing. Maybe because your dick is out in the middle of a restaurant where anyone might see?”
I groaned quietly and nodded. “Dangerous sex.”
She wrapped her fingers around the head and a few inches below and squeezed. The precum was a lubricant so it would slip out of her fingers, then she would repeat. Since her arm wasn’t moving, no one would notice.
But I was getting the full effect. And then some.
“How does that feel, Daddy?” she whispered in my ear.
“Like nothing, I’ve ever felt before. Don’t stop baby. Don’t you stop,” I growled under my breath.
The rhythmic pinch and slide on the sensitive head were driving me wild. Between couples dancing close to our table, a server bringing us more drinks while my cock throbbed under the table, and Gia’s experienced hand job I knew I wouldn’t last long.
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“Cum for me,” I growled in his ear. “Empty your balls right here. Right in front of all these people. They could see your hot dick. They could hear you. Someone might know I was jacking you off under the table. Watching us right now,” I said, scanning the other tables.
There was a man that was staring. My position had my tits pushed up and over the scoop of my neckline. I casually lifted my hand and rubbed it over my tit, pulling the neckline a bit lower. I moved my arm to the up-and-down tempo of jacking Daddy off. I could tell by his face when he realized what I was doing.
His wife was busy talking to their dinner companion so he could focus on us. I saw his hand go under the table and squeeze his hard cock through his pants. I smiled and flicked my tongue across my lips.
He glanced at his wife and began to squeeze himself through his pants.
Just then Daddy jerked and cum flowed out of his cock into my hand. He put his mouth on my neck below my ear to muffle his rapid breaths.
The man across the room excused himself from the table and left the dining area.
“I’m going to go wash up and help someone out,” I said, kissing him.
“Mmm, you are a good girl,” he smiled.
I walked down the hall toward the restrooms and suddenly was pulled into a darkened room. It was a banquet room barely lit by a couple of wall sconces.
“God are you hot,” he said, his voice deep and resonant.
He pulled me against him, and I slipped my hand in his pants.
“So are you baby,” I said. “You got one big fat cock here.”
I shoved his pants to his knees and began jacking him off.
“Oh my god,” he groaned.
This was a man that wasn’t well taken care of at home, and when he was it was boring.
“You were staring at my tits,” I said,
He blinked, lost in a fantasy cum true. He looked down at my cleavage and I unbuttoned the top buttons revealing my tits sitting on the push-up shelf bra.
“Oh my god,” he whispered, licking his lips. I noticed she wasn’t early as endowed as me so this was a treat.
I lifted a tit and said, “Suck it.”
He latched on like it was mother’s milk. His cock throbbed hard in my hand and I knew he’d cum quickly. He sucked to the tempo of the strokes on his cock.
I began to thumb the sensitive head as I stroked through. He groaned around my nipple and his hips began to thrust his cock through my fingers.
He squeezed my tit, sucking ferociously as he neared the peak.
“Oh my god,” he repeated and shot arcs of white cum through the air. “Oh fuck,” he groaned.
I righted my dress. “Glad you enjoyed it,” I said and left him standing there with his pants around his ankles but a limp but happy cock.
I got back to the table and sat down.
“I hope he enjoyed it half as much as I did. His wife looks like somewhat of a dry goose.”
I giggled, watching him swagger back to the table. “I think that was his best experience.”
“So, I guess your mom told you about that too?”
I nodded. “That’s why I did it. I knew you wouldn’t mind since Mom did it too.”
He laughed. “She did jack some guy off right in the middle of the restaurant like you did me.” He hesitated in memories. “I remember we couldn’t even wait to get home. We were so hot we fucked in the car in the parking lot.”
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