Her Preferred C.o.c.k:>Ep6

He looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on her big, juicy t**s. "No, I don't suppose it does." He said, dryly. "I suppose I'll just have to take your word for it." "I suppose you will." He poured her a drink, and then, not so long afterwards, he poured her another. The two of them chatted amiably, flirted remorselessly. The bar wasn't so busy now and Jamie could devote most of his attention to this sumptuous young creature, wearing nothing but a revealing bikini. Amber knew how to play the little coquette, and it was a role she relished. "So, what room number shall I charge these drinks to?" Jamie asked. "Ah well, here's the thing." She replied. "Although I am definitely, absolutely and completely old enough to buy these drinks, I happen to be travelling with my mom and dad. They might frown a little at seeing them on their bill." "Even though you're 21?" "Even though I'm definitely 21." "So, what do you suggest we do, to sort out this situation?" "Hmmm...maybe we could come to some sort of arrangement?" "Really, what kind of arrangement?" He asked, one eyebrow raised. She smiled at him, licking her lips. "Well, you could give me these drinks on the house..." "And?" "And..." She leaned forward, bringing her lips close to his ear. "...I could suck your cock." The two of them smiled at one another. Five minutes later, and Jamie was standing behind a small storage building, hidden from view. Amber was on her knees in front of him, her head bobbing back and forth, as she gobbled his prick. Her ruby red lipstick was leaving traces on his member, as it moved in and out of her mouth. Her eyes were locked on his as she blew him. Jamie had to admit this was a young woman who knew exactly what she was doing with her mouth. She'd done this before, that was obvious. Her saliva was practically dripping off his c**k and she was taking all of his, not inconsiderable, tool deep into her throat. His Aunt Jean knew how to swallow his sword down to a tee -- God knows she'd had plenty of practice in the last few months -- but Amber was doing an admirable job. There was every chance this furtive blowjob would lead to the two of them f*****g each other. Jamie would be more than willing and he got the strongest feeling Amber wouldn't object either, but it was a contention that would never be tested. Just as he was about to c*m, preparing to shoot his load down her willing little throat, their secret assignation was brought to a halt. "What the f**k?" Doug shouted, as he discovered his daughter blowing the pool bar waiter. "Jesus!" Jamie exclaimed. "f**k man, can we have a little privacy here?" "Don't 'f**k man' me, you little s**t. That's my daughter you're messing around with. My underage daughter, I might add." "f*****g hell, I'm sorry man. She said she was 21." "Stupid little s**t. Just zip yourself up and f**k off. And you better hope I don't tell your boss what you've been doing." Jamie quickly vanished, leaving Doug and Amber alone. She stood up as elegantly as she could manage, and looked at her father. He had a stern look on his face, as he walked over towards her. She pressed herself up against the wall, feeling the cold plaster against her exposed skin. Doug was standing in front of her, only inches away. She could feel his hot breath against her lips. "Why did you tell him I was underage?" She asked. "I wanted to give the horny little s**t a scare." "Well, you certainly did that. Did you see the look on his face?" She giggled. "I don't think this situation is particularly funny, young lady. Weren't you supposed to be looking out for your little brother?" He stated, sternly. "He doesn't need all that much looking after." She replied. "Anyway, what do you care? You were too busy f*****g Mom." "And you were too busy playing the little prick tease." "It doesn't feel to me like I was teasing him all that much. I kind of think I was putting my money where my mouth is." "You were certainly putting something where your mouth is." "Yeah, I suppose I was." "So, is that what you are? A little slut?" "No, Daddy. I'm not a little slut. I'm a really, really big slut." She said with a knowing smile. Suddenly, without warning, Doug shoved his daughter tighter up against the wall. He stared at her for a good ten seconds, his mind racing. He'd gotten awful close to crossing a line with her, earlier that day, and he sensed this was a crucial moment. Just how far exactly did he want to go with his daughter? How many boundaries was he prepared to cross? Fuck it, he thought to himself, she's too f*****g hot to resist. So, without delay, he slipped his hand inside her bikini bottoms and pushed a couple of his fingers up into her cunt. She gasped in surprise, and her eyes widened, but she immediately spread her legs apart to give him easier access. Amber was already sopping wet from her interactions with Jamie, but this unexpected turn of events only added to her arousal. She lifted her arms up and wrapped them round his neck, pulling him tightly towards her. Father and daughter kissed, their mouths opening wide, their tongues meeting forcefully. Doug growled as they made out. Amber whimpered, sounding like a horny little puppy. Hers was not the first t**t he had fingered -- he knew exactly what he was doing -- and Amber was benefiting from his wisdom and experience. Her body was shaking and trembling, as she made yelping, squeaking noises. His thumb was rubbing her c**t furiously, as his fingers rummaged around inside her hot, wet hole. He was brutal, relentless, remorseless; mercilessly m**********g his daughter until she was squirting her fluids all over her legs and the paved floor. He pulled his fingers out of her p***y and brought them up to her mouth. She started sucking on them, her tongue slithering between his digits. He kept pushing, until she was almost gagging. Then he pulled his fingers out of her mouth, and wiped them dry on his pants. "Do you want me to suck your c**k?" She asked, in a matter-of-fact tone. "Seems only fair." "No. Maybe later. For now, get yourself presentable. Your mother is probably wondering where you are." "Ok, Daddy." "And listen to me, you little whore." He said, pushing her back up against the wall, then cupping her cunt in the palm of his hand. "If that little punk comes sniffing around again, you send him packing. You understand me?" "Yes, Daddy." She whispered. "And not just him. If any other guy so much as looks in your direction, you ignore them. This cunt belongs to me from now on." He said, squeezing her juicy muff. She groaned softly, and then he walked off, without looking back at her. Amber smiled wickedly to herself, and soon followed him back to the pool.