I locked my lips under the head and scrubbed the satiny head before sliding my lips down and taking his cock into my mouth. The oversize head threatened to gag me and after trial and error, I could get it down. He was smooth-shaven so I could take his cock to the hilt.
Going up I sucked and raked my teeth up the hard shaft.
“Oh yeah,” he murmured. “You’re so fucking good.”
I hefted his balls in my hand and danced them on my fingers. I was taking my time sliding my lips down his shaft and his hips rocked up. I wanted to keep him on the edge a little longer so replaced my mouth with my grip and stroked him while I sucked a ball into my mouth.
He was so smooth-shaven it was a pleasure. I’d only ever known Dad to totally shave, and I loved it. I wondered how much his daughter had to do with it.
I let go and licked the underside of his cock to the tip and flicked my tongue around the rim. He groaned louder, and I clamped my lips around his cock and began to fuck him with my mouth. I toyed with his balls and got a moaning response.
Suddenly his body tensed, his cock throbbed hard, and he began to pump copious amounts of cum down my throat. When he was done, I licked the tip to clean it all off.
I knelt over him, his chest still heaving. Two different shades of blue streaked his eyes, and I leaned over and kissed him. He pulled me down on top of him.
“Your Dad is hard already?” I asked incredulously.
I giggled. “He’s always like that.”
“Wow,” he murmured in admiration.
We spoke for a while then Dad and I went in search of the bar.
The barmaid was gorgeous with huge tits and satiny skin color of burnt cocoa. I couldn’t take my eyes off the tassels that dangled from the tips.
“You like these darlin’,” she asked quietly while she put a bar napkin down. I glanced up at her and her knowing eyes and nodded. She smiled. “I’ll make you a special drink, sweetheart.”
I watched her work behind the bar. She wore a tiny g-string that didn’t begin to cover her curvaceous ass and the front triangle barely hid her lips. High silver platform heels made her legs lusciously curvy. With each move the silver chain dangles from her nipples danced in the colored lights. Her curly black hair was full and soft and moved with the breeze.
She set the creamy pale pink drink in front of me and leaned across the bar, her tits plumped out from leaning on her forearms.
“That drink is a Pink Nipple. Almost like mine, but black, you’ll see them. They’re even tastier when you dip your nipple into the creamy drink, and someone licks and sucks it off.”
My cheeks flushed and my pussy gushed. I opened my mouth to say something, but Dad came up just then.
“You already got your drink!” he said, surprised.
“That’s a special drink for your girl there,” the barmaid said, and Dad’s eyes swung to her.
“Mmm, how about I let you choose for me?”
She looked him up and down. “I’d love to do that… I’d give you a Screaming Orgasm, but I’m afraid it would be too sweet for a man like you.” She leaned on the bar again, her tits plumped on her arms. “Let me see…” she said, her eyes on his chest down to the black shorts. The pocket was filling again as his cock reacted to her sexual banter.
“My personal favorite is a Dick Sucker. I’m all about the blue schnapps and vodka.” Dad leaned an elbow on the bar and leaned closer to her.
“Dick Sucker sounds exciting.” He studied her eyes then her lips. “But how about a Lick Her Right? Just enough tropical, and not too sweet. I like a little kick.”
“I’m sure you do,” she said in a seductive voice. She pushed back from the bar and swayed to the back bar to grab a bottle.
I watched her and said, “She’s fucking hot.”
“I’m afraid every guy here has tried to seduce her and failed. I’m pretty sure being seductive like that earns her a big tip night. But she sure is fun to talk to,” he said, almost disappointedly.
“Now you be careful not to spill them because I’m the one that would have to clean you up.” She nodded towards the corner. “Why don’t you two grab that corner table? It’s almost time for my break.”
I looked at Dad and smiled.
A few minutes later she came with a tray of more drinks for us and four shooters. She sat between us on the banquette which was perfect because it was tucked in a dark corner.
“Blow Jobs. A classic, but sometimes just perfect for the company,” she smiled at Dad.
“Umm, yes, it is,” he said, watching her full lips. I imagined he’s thinking how they’ll look wrapped around his cock.
She leaned over, wrapped her lips around the glass, and quickly flipped it up and swallowed the contents. She leaned and put the glass down the same way. She looked at Dad and he smiled, licking the cream from the corner of her mouth.
“I like that you swallowed it all,” he said, his lips brushing hers. “Mmm.”
“Oh, I swallow. I do.”
I began to squirm watching them. I was afraid if they went too far, I’d have to slip my hand in my panties.
She pulled the glass to the edge of the table, flipped it and sucked down the next shot. But this time a little bit got by her lips and rolled down her chin. Dad kissed then licked the errant runaway. She moved so that her mouth covered his and they immediately moaned into a passionate kiss.
I had to touch myself. Fortunately, the table hid everything so no one could see me.
She ended the kiss and turned to me and whispered in my ear.
“If you’re going to do that for yourself, how about for me too? You got two hands darlin’.”
Dad watched me pull my hand out of my panties and slip them between her creamy soft thighs. “Oh yeah, my sweet girl. You know what to do,” she brushed her lips over mine.
I could taste the sweetness of the drink. Her tongue swept through my mouth. I was pulled right into my first girl-girl kiss let alone my hand on her pussy.
She turned towards Dad and said, “While you do that, I’m going to work on your Dad.”
We quickly looked at each other. “Don’t you worry, your secret is safe with me. You two look alike. It was a dead giveaway.” She moaned as my fingers slipped through her silky cunt. “Oh yeah, your daughter knows what she’s doing.”
“Yes, she does,” he said with pride.
“One more. I can’t get too drunk, I must finish my shift,” she said.
She positioned the glass, wrapped those fabulous lips around it, and flipped. This time a bit more leaked out and ran down her throat and over her tits.
Dad leaned and ran his tongue following the trail over that luscious chocolate skin. I pushed a finger into her and thumbed her clit.
“Oh yeah girl,” she cried. She pulled a tasseled pastie off and Dad immediately latched on to the hard black nipple. “Fuck, both Dad and daughter are flamin’,” she moaned.
I continued to flick her clit and finger fuck her. Dad was on her tits sucking and nibbling, then they kissed. Her cunt let loose a stream of juices and she moaned into his mouth. Her body vibrated. He pinched her nipples together while they ate each other’s mouths.
She collapsed, her head lolling back. “Godamighty,” she groaned. “These two worked me over.” She glanced at her watch. “Oh, crap my break is over.” She put the pasties back on, kissed us both, and was gone.
“Phew,” I said, looking at Dad. “She’s fucking hot.”
“My god yes she is,” he said staring at the direction she went. “Did you get her name?”
I nodded. “Adrianna.”
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It was three thirty in the morning when we got home. I dropped my clothes as I walked, started the shower, and stepped in. Dad followed.
“What a night,” he said.
“I liked that man and his daughter.”
“You certainly liked him,” he teased.
“Yeah, like you liked his daughter,” I elbowed him.
“You know all we did tonight, I still need you, Mags.”
I leaned against the tile wall, and he pulled my legs around his hips. He easily slid into my cunt, very well saturated from the night. He jerked, driving into me hard, continuing to do that over and over. He grunted every hard thrust.
“You want to fuck her, don’t you?”
He groaned and drove hard. “I do.”
My tits bounced with every bruising drive. The impact on my clit drove me higher each time. Staccato. Up. Up. Up.
Suddenly he roared loud enough to rattle the glass doors and exploded inside me, taking me over the edge with him.
We crawled into bed and each other’s arms.
“Then fuck her you will,” I said. “As long as I can be there.”
“I wouldn’t ever fuck anyone without you there, Mags. Never.”
“And I won’t fuck anyone ever without you.”
We fell asleep in each other’s arms.
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The next day I met Bunny for tennis.
“Well,” she asked, taking the stance and holding the ball.
“We went,” I said, diving to hit it back.
“And?” She hit it out of bounds.
We got into play again.
“Did you fuck?”
“Bunny!” I said, looking around and missing a shot. She laughed.
Done with trying to talk and play, I soundly whipped her ass, then we went to sit on the bench to towel our faces and arms.
“No, we didn’t fuck at the club. We did suck and eat,” I grinned.
“Oh my god, I’m so jealous.”
“We did find someone,” I admitted.
“Oh?”
“The barmaid. Damn, Bunny, she is so hot. Her skin was the most beautiful molten chocolate. She has huge tits, way bigger than mine, that sit high on her chest. She wore pasties with dangling silver tassels that caught the light when she moved.”
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