Shirley James
Daddy_s darling

CHAPTER ONE

With a huge erection pulsing his pants to remind him of voluptuous Sue Carson, Hamilton Burns waited by the telephone table. He was trying to get the nerve to do something he should have done a long time ago. "Damn it," he said to himself, "have some nerve, show her you're a man!" He paused for a moment to take a deep breath of determination, then he reached resolutely for the telephone receiver.

With a nervous finger he dialed a number, a number that was etched in his memory. For months now he's been itching to call it, longing to do what he dreamed about, but up until now he's never gotten the courage. Well, he'd waited long enough. Now was the time for some action. Tonight was the night when he'd manage to spread Sue Carson's reluctant thighs, and bury his big cock into her uptight cunt.

With his ear on the phone, he heard the phone on the other end of the line ringing. It rang again, then again, then again. Beads of sweat began to break out on Hamilton's forehead. Damn it to hell! He thought angrily. She's probably out right now, fucking every pimply-faced teenage stud in town. Just my damn luck, alright, he thought. I finally get the nerve to ask her out, and she's not even home.

Hamilton Burns heard the phone ring for the tenth time. He was about to hang up when he heard a click on the other end, and a sultry female voice was saying: "Hello?"

As soon as Hamilton heard that voice, he could picture the body it belonged to. He could see the firm, taut breasts, the trim rounded hips that curved so invitingly towards that gleaming treasure trove between her fleshy white thighs. Burns wanted that body, and just the thought of possessing it sent a delicious sensation running up and down his tingling spine. He could feel his cock flexing excitedly, itching to get out of his pants and into her cunt.

"Hello," the female voice repeated, and the sound of it snapped Hamilton back into reality. If he didn't say something soon, she would hang up, and then he'd have to start the whole process over again. He frantically searched his mind for an opener. He hadn't really figured out what he was going to say. He fell like a teenage kid all over again, asking a strange cheerleader to a prom.

Oh, my God, thought Hamilton. She's going to think I'm a heavy breather, or a pervert, and she's going to hang up! I better talk fast! He tapped the floor nervously with his foot.

"Ah, ah, hello, Miss Carson," the man stammered, hoping that the nervousness in his voice wouldn't be detectable over the telephone line. "This is, ah, this is Mr. Burns, your boss." His voice trailed pathetically away into thin air. Jesus, he thought to himself, I never thought I'd chicken out like this.

"Hello, Mr. Burns," said the female voice in the phone, "Is there something wrong? You usually don't call me at home, you wait until you see me at the office."

"I… I know," the man stammered. Hell, baby, you're never gonna get any pussy at this rate, he thought to himself. Seizing the bull by the horns, Hamilton Burns gulped out the lie as quickly as possible, so as to get it over with. "Miss Carson, I just found out that the budget figures for the Marcus account are completely wrong. Completely. You know as well as I do that if I don't have the budget on Mr. Peterson's desk at nine tomorrow morning it'll mean my job, and you'll be sent back to the secretarial pool I don't believe that either one of us can afford that."

There was a slight pause on the other end of the line as his secretary took in the situation, and then he could hear her ask: "What do you suggest we do, Sir?" Just hearing her voice, just hearing her calling him "Sir", made Hamilton feel even hotter and hornier than ever. He wanted to possess this bitch, he wanted to stick his hard throbbing meat in her twat and cream all over her insides… His erotic thoughts were cut off abruptly when he heard her saying: "Sir? I asked you what you thought we should do about the Marcus account?"

"Huh? Oh, well, it seems to me that the smart thing to do would be for you to come on over here right now and then we can both go over these figures together." It was a bare-faced lie, but Hamilton Burns was sure that it would be the only way he could ever lure that pussy into his clutches. All his co-workers had secretaries that put out as regularly as clockwork. It was part of their job. Why did he have to be the only executive in the whole damned company who had a prude for a secretary? Well, one thing was certain – he'd turn that prude into a screaming nymphomaniac before this night was over. Grinning lecherously into the phone, he spoke again to the object of his carnal desires: "You'd better get your sweet little ahhh…" He checked himself hastily. "You'd better get on over here as soon as you can!"

There was a slight pause on the other end of the line. Damn it, had she detected his little slip of the tongue? Then he could hear her saying: "Mr. Burns, I haven't had time to eat supper yet!"

"You'll have to skip it," he told her. "I'll whip up something on your way over here and we can both eat together. Then we've got to get to work on that account." Hamilton Burns grinned to himself at the thought of his own ingenuity. They'd both be eating together, all right, but she wouldn't have anything to eat but hot cock. And he'd be cutting himself a slice of that nice juicy snatch of hers. "Come on over right now," he repeated. To himself he added, My cock and I can't wait any longer!

"I'm on my way," he could hear the woman promise. Then, almost as an afterthought, she added: "But, hey, what about your two daughters?"

"Daphne and Tricia?" Burns grinned to himself again at the mere thought of his two delicious young daughters, whose lithe bodies were only just beginning to ripen into the full sexual maturity of womanhood. He wanted those two sweet daughters of his just as much as he wanted Sue Carson, his secretary. But he didn't dare force himself sexually upon his two daughters. At least not for a couple of years yet. They were only sixteen and seventeen, and to Hamilton Burns it seemed as though the two girls hadn't arrived at their sexual prime yet, but he was soon to find out otherwise!

"Look," he said to his shapely secretary on the other of the phone line, "never mind about my two daughters. Just get on over here so we can straighten out this budget and hang onto our jobs, okay?"

"Yes, Sir," he could hear her reply, and then Burns, hung up in relief. It was only when the phone was back on the hook that a thought occurred to him: why had Sue Carson asked if his daughters were home? After all, if she and her boss were really going to get together for business purposes, it didn't matter if the kids were around. Was it possible, he asked himself, that that bitch of a secretary had managed to figure out the real reason for his telling her to come over? Was it possible, he asked himself, that Sue Carson had figured out he wanted her to come here for purposes of sex, rather than of business? No. It didn't seem possible. She was a smart woman, but not that smart.

Hamilton Burns took one more look around to make certain that everything was in readiness. The house, the dinner, everything was arranged so as to make his guest comfortable enough to be receptive to sexual suggestion, but not so comfortable that she would smell a rat the minute she walked in the door. And, of course, he'd taken the phone off the hook and sent his daughters out for the night, sending them to a slumber party at the house of one of their young friends. That way Hamilton Burns could feel confident in seducing the woman he longed for without fear of being interrupted by his daughters.

Ah, his daughters! Hamilton allowed himself a moment to mentally savor the physical delights of his two female offspring. Sixteen-year-old Daphne, still the pure and innocent little virgin-girl, and seventeen-year-old Tricia, soft and youthful like her sister, but with just enough of the hard edge of impending maturity to remind any man she was with that she was part girl and part woman. Hamilton knew that soon, very soon, his daughters would reach the time in life when they would learn the delights of sharing themselves with a man, and he suddenly found himself wishing that he could be that man. Quickly, almost guiltily, he put the thought out of his mind. A grown man going to bed with his own daughters! Ridiculous! One simply doesn't do that sort of thing in polite society, and that's all there is to it!

Suddenly the doorbell rang, roughly yanking the man back into the harsh world of reality. My God, he thought, with a glance at the clock, it's later than I thought. That must be Su… I mean, Miss Carson now. Automatically straightening out his tie and brushing his hair back, he went to answer the door.

When he opened it she was standing there, and she was even sexier than he had remembered. She was wearing a very prim, very clean-cut woman's suit that seemed to tell the world that she had come here strictly for business. Maybe she'd come here for business, Hamilton thought, but that sure as hell wasn't what he was planning on giving her. In his book, pleasure came before business every time.

"Come on in," he said, closing the door behind her and then crossing towards the desk on which he'd laid out all the right papers, very neat and business-like. "Now, if you don't mind, Miss Carson, I'd like us to get right to work on those budget figures so that…"

"Suppose you tell me just exactly why you brought me out here, Mr. Burns," the woman said. Hamilton Burns stopped dead in his tracks and turned slowly to face his secretary. Seeing the questioning look on his face, she came towards him. "Mr. Burns, I've checked those budget figures and every other part of that report inside out and backwards. There's absolutely nothing wrong with it and you know that as well as I do. Maybe even better. You brought me out here for something other than business, and I'd appreciate it if you'd save time by telling me what it is right here and now."

The jig was up, and he knew it. Burns was too clever to think he could lie to a woman, especially a smart one like Sue. He'd give her the truth and see how she took it. "Miss Carson," he said, slowly and deliberately, feeling the words drop out of his mouth and fall onto the floor, "Miss Carson, I'm going to level with you, because you happen to be a woman that I admire very much…"

"I know you admire me," he could hear her saying. "I've seen the way you always look at me in the office, especially when I bend over. I know you admire me, but I didn't come here for admiration, I came here for something else. And if you're half as smart as you think you are, then you know what that something else is!"

Neither one of them spoke, neither one of them made a sound. Hamilton Burns was dimly aware that he was taking this woman by the hand and guiding her out of the room, taking her towards another part of his house. Taking her towards the bedroom.

As soon as Sue Carson saw where they were going she smiled. "It's about time you started something," she whispered to him. "I've been working in your office for months now, waiting for you to try to get me to bed. Well, I guess you finally got started, lover boy." And then she was ahead of him and sitting on the foot of the bed. "Let's get this show on the road, Hamilton," she murmured hoarsely, "I'm even more impatient than you are."

Hamilton Burns stepped quickly to the bed and sat beside her. His eyes roved over her lovely body. He touched her gently, tenderly, on the waist. Then his hands caressed her hips as he leaned over to kiss her.

Sue wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. She opened her lips and sucked his tongue inside. She ran her own tongue against the tip of his in teasing fashion as she twisted her tits against his chest.

They held their embrace for what seemed to be an eternity. Sue was too excited by now for just mere kissing. She wanted to get serious about this man making love to her. "Mmmm," she sighed deliciously as her body pressed softly into his arms. "I knew you had your eye on one of the girls in the office. I'd hoped it would be me, I really did. Now I guess that my prayers have been answered."

"I don't know whether I ought to believe that or not," he smiled, as his hands began to outline her firm tits. "You're such a little pussy. You probably feed that line to every man." As he spoke he put his hand on one tit and adoringly squeezed the delicious breast. His other hand stroked her thighs beneath the soft, flesh-colored nylon of her pantyhose. His eyes glowed with expectant pleasure as he watched the way her breasts heaved.

Sue caressed his thighs, moved towards his bulging cock. Even though the man was fully clothed, Sue could see that his cock was getting hot and ready for action. Eagerly she unzipped his trousers, dug her hands in and pulled out the squirming phallus, feeling it getting bigger in her hands as she did so.

"Such a tempting little pussy," he repeated as he felt his cock throb and begin to come to life in this woman's hands. "I've watched the way you flash that delicious body of yours for months now, I thought I'd have to wait another year before making a pass at you. But now…" His mouth came down on hers. She had made the first move, but he was calling the shots now. This time he was the aggressor. And what an aggressor he was! He ran his tongue brutally against hers. He filled her mouth with his sensuously conquering tongue.

She was going limp from the force of his kiss. His hand roved madly across her heaving breasts and pulsing thighs. She gripped the lump in his groin tightly and felt his captive prick throbbing as ardently as her pussy was aching for it.

"Ohhh, give it to me!" she moaned softly as he forced her head back onto the pillow. "Give it to me, I want it!"

Hamilton Burns sighed with pleasure as he undressing the succulent woman, removing her jacket, and then her blouse. He stripped the soft material down over her knockers, then he moved his kiss downwards as well. His face was between the heaving globes of her chest as he kissed the delicious balls of flesh in his growing passion. His hand slipped from her thigh and drew up the skirt of her outfit until he could get beneath it. He fingered her pussy through the crotch of her thin panties.

"Ummm," the girl sighed happily. "You really know how to make me feel good. You make me feel so beautiful. I love the way your hands make love to me like that."

Hamilton didn't answer, because his lips were busy devouring the luscious boobs that stood so sexily upright on her tan chest. He caught a nipple and began to suck it slowly. His finger felt the wetness of her cunt beneath the filmy panties. He was sure he could rip the material away with a single thrust.

He tensed his hand to tear through into the damp, soft pussy, but then he changed his mind. There was no need for him to damage her panties, not when it would be just as easy to remove them with her consent.

She trembled in expectation as she felt his finger press against her panties. She shivered, waiting for him to drive through her underclothing and run his big finger up her aching cunt. She felt a pang of disappointment as the finger withdrew, then his hand slipped under the elastic and began to slide the soft nylon down her creamy thighs.

She lay back and allowed him to undress her, and as she did so she played with the man's hugely erect cock. Her fingers thrilled to the warmth and the hardness of the bloated organ.

She clasped it firmly in her grip, and began to pump the shaft while her pussy tingled at the probing exploration of his fingers.

"What a sweet pussy," he said softly. "What a soft, sweet, delicious pussy. What a nice piece of cunt. My old pecker is going crazy just thinking about getting inside that soft little hole of yours."

His cock was as excited as he claimed. Sue could feel the solid flesh. It was as hard as any penis she had ever known. The skin was soft and moved I smoothly along the shaft, but beneath she could feel a steel-hard length of firm prick. The thought of this wonderful cock in her cunt increased her anticipation. She thrust her bulging tits up at his mouth. She twisted and pumped his prick until she felt his ass squirming uncontrollably from this new stimulation. She quickly thumbed his cockhead, and reached back farther to tease his swollen balls.

"Jesus," he exclaimed, as he writhed back and forth, "you know how to drive a man crazy. Well, baby, I guess it's time for me to get even with you. Let's see how cool and calm that pussy can stay under the stress of a good sucking!" he ranted.

Hamilton Burns slipped down on the bed. He spread the woman's thighs and went after her pussy. He sucked as though he wanted to draw out her insides through her cunt slit. She jumped lustily from the sudden thrill. Sensations of heat shot through her frame, and her nerves became raw and sensitive from the forceful sucking. Her clit went into delirious spasms as she felt his tongue massage it. He came up, paused, took a deep breath, and then started sucking as hard as he could all over again.

Sue Carson gave a moan of pure, unbridled passion. She wanted to say more. She wanted to beg him to get his cock into her cunt and fuck her with it wildly and roughly. She tried to reach for his cock, but he was too far down on the bed. Her hands pounded in frustration, but the big man's hands held her ass, squeezing and pawing passionately, as she lay horny and helpless beneath his continued cunt-sucking.

She struggled to keep her breathing under some sort of control. Her body seemed alright, though it threatened to explode any second in a wet orgasm all over the bed. She struggled to get her voice back so she could cry out to be fucked, to be filled with the bigness of his hard strong cock. She panted and moaned as his impassioned sucking made her hotter and hotter.

She was ready to scream when he finally moved his face from her pussy. Her body was alive with desire and need. Every nerve was tingling and shivering with rapid sparks of soaring delight.

Hamilton Burns wasted no time in getting down to business… sexual business. He brought his long, cock to her immediately. One moment his suction was driving her crazy, the next his cock was gliding into her pussy.

"All right now, you little tease," he chuckled as he began to really fuck her, "here's that cock that you've been wanting so badly!"

"Ohhhhh," Sue Carson moaned, scarcely able to contain her own delight. The panting continued to shake her tits and torso. Her body kept up its wild throbbing, and her nerves still shot those mad sparks throughout her body. He kept increasing the friction along the passage of her glowing cunt until her body was shaking with a mounting orgasm.

"You feel it, don't you?" he taunted as he plunged rapidly into her pussy hole. "You feel that hot pecker going after your pussy. Well, it's going to get some, too. It's going to get that pussy and then spread cream all over it and all over your beautiful, sexy body!" His voice drifted off as his breathing turned to heaving pants and gasps.

Sue wrapped her legs around him and rode out his wild thrusts, like a woman riding a bucking stallion. She could feel her climax beginning to gather its force deep inside herself. The muscles in her cunt began to erupt in wild spasms that were growing more and more excited with every passing minute. She heard the splashing of her inner juices. She heard the slap of his balls against her ass.

She could feel his hands tearing at her soft tits. She felt the room explode about herself as her orgasm took over. It seemed to Sue that her orgasm literally possessed her. For a few rapturous moments she was nothing but a shimmering fire of emotions. She soared! Her body seemed to be glowing with a deep inner fire. Every movement of his cock, every touch of his hands on her tits gave her little shivers of passion.

"Uhhhh!" Hamilton panted as his cock unleashed the deep warmth of its charge. The semen exploded from his cock and gushed through her pussy as they writhed and twisted together. He thrust his prick into her wildly.

"What a piece of pussy you are!" the man could hear himself gasping as he screwed her. "What a delicious little fuck!" he could hear his secretary sighing in reply as she relaxed, warmed by the semen that filled her and the continued friction of his cock within the passage of her well-stated cunt. He tenderly caressed her body as she came down from her climax. It had been beautiful, it had been a truly memorable screw for both man and woman.

Sue Carson giggled suddenly when she realized that this man had just fucked her without getting undressed. His shirt was wrinkled and his pants hung down on his legs. "Thanks baby," she told the man as he rolled over and lay on his back. "Thanks. That was one hell of a juicy fuck. I can tell that you're a real pro. I can tell that you've had a lot of practice."

Hamilton Burns grinned to show his appreciation for the sexual compliment. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said to the voluptuous young woman who lay there beside him. "But, to tell you the absolute truth, I'm really not as big a swinger as you make me out to be. As a matter of fact, I haven't had any action at all since my wife died, six months ago. Until you came along, this big dick of mine was just going to waste."

The girl looked as though she didn't think she ought to believe it. "Come on, now," she protested, "I'm a woman. You can't lie to me. You mean you haven't had any pussy in six months? A guy like you, with those two lovely daughters of yours running around the house all the time?"

"My two daughters?" It actually took the man a few seconds to comprehend what Sue was talking about, and once he had done so he couldn't believe that she had said it. "You mean Daphne and Tricia? They're not ready for sex yet, believe me. They're much too young."

"Much too young? At their age? Hamilton, you have really got to be kidding." The saucy secretary was making absolutely no attempt whatsoever to hide her amusement. "They're sixteen and seventeen already! If you don't get them in bed soon they're going to wither on the vine."

Hamilton Burns still didn't look convinced. "Maybe you're right," he admitted at length, "but they're my own daughters. I really don't think that I could actually get off on fucking them."

Sue began to laugh even more loudly than before. "Maybe you couldn't," she managed to say between gasps of laughter, "but I sure as hell could. In fact, if one of them walked in here right now, I'd have her legs spread so fast she wouldn't know what hit her."

Burns couldn't believe that this woman whom he'd thought he'd known so well was actually saying this. "You mean to say that you'd actually have intercourse with a female? With a member of your own sex?"

Sue laughed again. "Sure, why not? A lot of chicks get off on it. Maybe men hesitate to get it on with each other, but it isn't the same with females. Besides, a woman can turn another woman on in ways that no man ever could."

"You may be right," he heard himself telling her. "But I still think it's a little early to get my daughters involved in anything that has to do with sex."

This time Sue laughed so hard that Hamilton thought she was going to have a heart attack. Finally she stopped laughing and looked at him. "You asshole," she said to him, "where are your daughters right now, this very minute?"

"They're at a slumber party that a friend of theirs is having." Hamilton Burns blushed as he spoke. "They didn't want to go, but I talked them into it because I…"

"… Because you wanted to have the house all to yourself tonight, so you could go to bed with me." The woman nodded to show that she understood, "Well, I'll bet you anything you like that those two little bitches are probably out right now hunting up some hot dick, unless of course they've already found it. Not only that, but if they can't find any cocks that suit their fancy then the chances are pretty good that they're getting it on with a dildo or a vibrator, or maybe even each other."

She was saying something else then, but Hamilton didn't hear it. He was too busy wondering about what Sue had already said. Were his daughters already finding out about the pleasures of sex? And was there any chance that he could help them share those pleasures? Hamilton Burns didn't know. He didn't know. But he sure as hell wasn't going to waste any time in finding out!

In fact, the more he thought about it, the more he thought about it, the more he seemed to like the prospect of going to bed with his own daughters. It was something that he had never tried before, but from what his sophisticated and sexually knowledgeable secretary had told him, it was an experience not to be missed. Hamilton Burns resolved silently to think about this more closely at the earliest possible convenience…