Her Preferred C.o.c.k:>Ep8

Her lips were wrapped round him, sucking him tight. He could feel her tongue underneath his prick, undulating and stroking. Her saliva easily lubricated his passage, as he began moving his hips back and forth. Doug decided he was going to give his little girl a damn good skull-f*****g. If Amber had a gag reflex, she did a fine job of disguising it. She made a kind of droning, gargling sound, as she submitted to her father. Her arms fell to her side, as he pummelled away. Her eyes rolled back into her skull, as she licked and sucked on her father's prick with an almost childlike enthusiasm. After no more than a couple of minutes, he was ready to blow. "Daddy's about to c*m, sweetheart, so make sure you swallow every drop." She squeaked her affirmation, as she carried on gobbling his d**k. Thirty seconds later, he unloaded inside her, shooting his c*m down her throat. And, exactly as ordered, she drank it all down like it was the finest nectar of the gods. He pulled himself clear and she gasped for air, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "So, how did it feel to be sucked off by your teenage daughter?" "In-f*****g-credible." He replied. "Now get up here." He grabbed hold of her hands and pulled her to her feet. Then he kissed her. He could taste himself on her lips and tongue. She hugged him tightly, trying desperately to grind her body against his. All he wanted to do was to stick his c**k inside her, and give her the kind of hardcore f*****g she deserved, but he knew his wife would still be waiting. "Get cleaned up, you look a mess." He said. "Okay, Daddy." "And wait up for me. I'll come to your room after your mother has gone to sleep." "Okay, Daddy." "Wear the dress. I like it." "Yes, Daddy." Doug returned to the dining room and was greeted by his wife's quizzical face. "You took your time?" She stated. "Yeah, I had a really big s**t. Do you want a blow-by-blow account of the whole thing?" "Don't be vulgar, Daddy." Benjy said in a pompous but endearing kind of way. "We don't use that kind of language in this family." "I don't suppose you bumped into your daughter, while you were on your travels?" April asked. "Uh...no." Doug looked down at what was left of his dessert, and April let the subject drop. Eventually, Amber reappeared. She was still wearing her uber-slutty dress, but her hair was up in a ponytail and her face was scrubbed clean of makeup and her father's seminal fluid. The result being she now looked like she was about fifteen. April continued giving the pair of them funny looks throughout the evening, right up to the end of their meal. That night, Doug waited and waited for his wife to go to bed, but she steadfastly refused to do so. There didn't seem to be a programme on any network that she didn't want to watch and absorb. All the time, Doug was fantasising about his daughter, just a couple of doors down the corridor, waiting for him. He imagined her on the bed, her legs spread wide apart, her hairless cunt, glistening with moisture. How he wanted to bury his face in that forbidden snatch. How he wanted to ram his c**k inside her. At some point, it seemed like April had fallen asleep, and Doug quietly got up to leave the room. But, as he opened the door of his bedroom, his wife spoke out softly. "And where do you think you're going?" She asked. "Uh...I'm just going for a walk. I needed some fresh air." "Get into bed, and stop being so stupid." Doug did as he was told, but it took him a long, long time to get to sleep that night, his raging erection keeping him alert and aroused. He wondered if April might be open to the idea of a late night f**k, but he decided against it. He really would be pushing his luck, he thought. 6 So that was how it was for the next day or two. Father and daughter were desperate to consummate their shared illicit passion, but finding the right opportunity always seemed to elude them. They were able to snatch fleeting moments here and there, and they certainly made the best of their time. Amber gave her father the occasional handjob and blowjob, and he was able to play with her breasts with a certain frenzied enthusiasm. But eventually, in the way the Incest Hotel often did, an opportunity was provided for them. Benjy had been playing near the South Wing, climbing up some trees behind the building, when he fell and broke his arm. In truth, it wasn't that serious an injury, the break had been clean, but he had howled out in a way only an eleven year old boy could. He was rushed to hospital; his mother, father and sister following the ambulance as its sirens wailed and blared. The doctors reassured the worried parents that everything would be fine, but they decided to keep him in for the night, just to be on the safe side. April insisted she would sleep by his bedside and a cot was brought in for her. Soon enough, Doug and Amber said their goodbyes and returned to the hotel. Did April know they were going back there to f**k? Yes, she almost certainly did. She thought it was perhaps possible that her husband's better nature would come to the fore, but she wasn't exactly relying on it. In truth, at this particular moment in time, she was more concerned with her son, than worrying about her husband and daughter. If there was any uncertainty about Doug and Amber's intentions -- whether the weight and trauma of the day's proceedings might have given the pair of them pause for thought -- that uncertainty was clarified almost immediately. Amber ended up blowing her dad in the hospital car park. She was leaning over him from the passenger side, her head bobbing up and down. He was reaching across with his hand, stroking her back and buttocks. She had been wearing a short, short little summer dress, and it was mostly hitched up round her waist, as he rubbed her anus with his fingers. When they got to the hotel, they took the elevator up to their floor. They walked down the corridor, hand in hand. They reached her room and she unlocked the door. Doug took the key from her. "I'll only be a few minutes...unless you want to do it in my room?" "Do it?" "Yeah, do it." "It is such a small word for what we're about to do." "We don't have to do it, baby, I'm not forcing you into anything." "No, of course I want to do it. I've wanted to do it for a long, long time. It's just now we're actually about to do it, it seems like a pretty big deal." "It is a big deal, honey. No doubt about that. Daddies and daughters don't usually do what we're about to do." "Well, more fool them, I say. We're going to have such fun together, I just know it. I can't wait for you to be inside me." She entered her room and closed the door behind her. Doug went to his room -- the room he shared with his wife, Amber's mother -- and washed his face, brushed his teeth, applied a little cologne, and got undressed. He was only wearing his boxers and a vest, when he returned to Amber's door. For a moment it seemed like the electronic card key wasn't working, but eventually he turned it the right way up, and the light flashed green. Doug pushed the door open and walked inside.