"Hot to trot daughter" - читать интересную книгу автора (Stevens Harry)

CHAPTER SIX

Sally awakened with a smile on her lips and an itch in her cunt, ready to start the new day with sex. However, when she rolled over and tenderly reached for her lover, she saw that she had been put to bed and Aunt Jane and the dildo were gone. She called out, but there was no answer.

Getting up, Sally discovered she was alone in the apartment. A note said her aunt had gone to the store for some groceries. Just as Sally was deciding whether to take a bath, the phone rang.

At first Sally wasn't going to answer it, but when the phone continued to ring she reasoned that it might be important and changed her mind. Immediately, she wished she hadn't.

"Hello… hello. Who is this?" the achingly familiar voice on the other end said.

Sally didn't know how to respond. Taking a deep breath, she hung up on her father without identifying herself.

The phone began to ring again. Sally didn't know whether to throw it out the window or flee the apartment. What could Dad want? she thought with crippling anxiety.

At last the ringing stopped. Although Sally knew that the rational thing to do was wait until Aunt Jane returned and simply ask her why her dad had called, she also knew that she was terribly afraid of what the answer might be.

Sally didn't want to start snooping, but she couldn't help herself. She found what she was looking for without half trying. It was in the closet.

Her dad's clothes. She recognized them immediately. There was no doubt about it.

Painfully spurred on, Sally rummaged through her aunt's desk. In the top drawer she found several letters written in all-too-familiar handwriting. Her father's.

In the letter she forced herself to read, her dad was raving about Aunt Jane's decision to shave her cunt. "I can't get it out of my mind," he wrote.

"I'm trying to write some life insurance and my mind wanders to that beautiful, smooth twat of yours. I have to force myself to keep from chasing the client out of the office and racing over to your apartment so I can eat you out. God, I love you so much. Sometimes I'm ready to give everything up and go out and find a desert island we can be stranded on."

Sally was sickened. It was all she could do to keep from running into the bathroom and vomiting.

Just then Aunt Jane walked through the door with a bag of groceries in her arms and a big smile on her face.

"How's my favorite niece doing?" she cheerfully asked.

Sally wheeled to face her aunt, turning on her like a wounded animal. "I hate you!" she seethed. "You filthy bitch!"

Aunt Jane was so surprised that the grocery bag dropped along with her jaw. "What in the world…?" she gasped.

"You told me you were a lesbian and I believed you," Sally hissed. "I wanted to be just like you."

"I never told you any such thing," Aunt Jane recovered her wits enough to protest. "I swing both ways."

"Yeah, I know," Sally snarled with disgust. She crumpled the love letter she had been reading into a ball and threw it at her aunt, wishing it was a rock.

"Oh, my God," Aunt Jane gulped, realizing what had happened. "You know… about your father and me."

Sally had nothing more to say. Barging past her sobbing aunt, she charged out the door and fled down the stairs. Once she hit the street, she mindlessly ran until her burning lungs forced her to slow to a walk.

Hatred of adults consumed her. She wanted to humiliate them, bring them to their senses. The bastards! The lousy fuckers!

A man walked by. He was about forty. He glanced just enough at Sally to qualify him as an instant object for her revenge.

"Hey, mister," she said as she caught up with him, "want to have a good time?"

He looked at her with suspicion. "What do you mean?" he muttered.

Sally put her hands on her waist and cocked a shapely hip in his direction. "What do you think?" she purred seductively.

"Are… are you a… a…" he sputtered, unable to say the word "whore". He scuffed his feet and blushed.

"Do you want to fuck me or not?" Sally boldly propositioned him.

At first it seemed he would run away, but then the abrupt tenting of the front of his pants told Sally she had hit a home run.

"How much?" the man asked.

"How much have you got?" Sally replied, seizing the man's trembling hand and flattening it against her cunt.

The deal was set. Sally was to get a little over a hundred dollars for her first trick. They went to the nearest motel and stripped to fuck.

"My God, you're young enough to be my daughter," the man said as he surveyed Sally's naked body, his hard-on a frozen rope in front of him.

Sally fell to the bed and spread her legs, taunting him with her golden cunt.

"Do you have a daughter?" she asked.

"Yes," he admitted.

"Have you ever wanted to fuck her?"

"Y-yes," the man confessed nervously, his voice flickering like a lightbulb in a thunderstorm.

"What does she look like?" Sally asked as she fingered her pussy. "Is she a blonde, too?"

The man nodded. "But she's not as pretty as you are," he panted. "Not nearly."

"What's your name?"

"Harold."

Sally thought it was a dumb name.

"I'll call you Daddy," she said impulsively.

Sally caught the lips of her pussy with her fingertips and spread them apart as far as they could go.

"Come here and fuck me, Daddy," she cooed. "Stick your big, strong cock in my cunt and fuck me until I scream."

He came to her with his prick in his hand, so excited that his mouth was watering. "Lucy," he called Sally. "I hope you'll understand."

Looking into his glazed eyes, Sally realized that he had temporarily slipped off the track of reality. Something had snapped in his brain and he thought he was actually going to fuck his daughter.

Sally couldn't have been more pleased. She had pushed him over the edge. She'd play out his incestuous fantasy to the hilt – and then lower the boom.

"My cunt is screaming for your cock, Daddy," she crooned. "Come on, stick it inside me and fuck me. I want your big prick in my tight pussy as much as you want to give it to me."

Kneeling between Sally's straining thighs, her trick brought the fiery head of his rigid cock to the yawning entrance to her pussy. He penetrated cautiously, apparently afraid of hurting her.

"Are you a virgin, Lucy?" he asked. "Is Daddy your first man?"

It was all Sally could do to keep from breaking up with laughter.

"Oh, yes, Daddy," she said, clinging to her role.

"I'd never let anybody fuck me but you. I know I can trust you." She paused, her eyes twinkling.

"But can't you shove a little harder, Daddy? I want your whole cock in my cunt all at once. I want to feel your balls squashing against my ass."

"It'll hurt," her make-believe father warned.

"It wouldn't be the first time if it didn't," Sally replied.

To speed things up, she thrust her pussy forward. Whether "Daddy" liked it or not, at least half of his prick was abruptly engulfed by her cunt.

"You're so… so tight inside," he moaned in awe.

Wrapping her legs around him, Sally slammed their crotches together and took the rest of his cock, not forgetting to keep her pussy muscles clenched so it would seem like she was cherry.

"Want me to move my ass, Daddy?" she coyly asked. "Then I'll really give you a ride."

He nodded, leading Sally to suspect that his wife was one of those frigid women who wouldn't push back. Poor chump, she thought as her hips rocked and rolled, whipsawing his hiked prick in her spuming pussy. As they fucked, Sally's "father" laid his cheek against her tits.

"I can't believe you've grown into such a beautiful young woman," he panted. "You're going to make some young man very happy some day."

"I don't want any other man but you, Daddy," Sally cunningly protested.

He began sucking her nipples, so excited that he gnawed them with his teeth. Sally didn't mind. In fact, the pain was the first thing that had stirred her since they'd started fucking.

"Bite me, Daddy," she urged. "I like it when you chew on my tits. It hurts sooo gooood."

The teeth encircled one of her nipples and sank into the tender flesh around it. All of a sudden, a surprised Sally found herself coming, and begging for more. She should have been more careful.

"You like it too much!" Her make-believe father jerked his face from her mangled tits. "You act like you've done this before. Lots of times." His cock froze in her pussy.

"Oh, Daddy," Sally squealed, "how can you say that? Don't stop. Keep fucking me. You were just getting ready to come. I could feel it. I want my cunt full of your hot cum!"

"How could you know I was going to come unless you've fucked before?" her "Daddy" charged. "And why aren't you bleeding between your legs? Where's your cherry if you're a virgin?"

"I broke my cherry in the bathtub to be ready for you," Sally lied desperately. "I didn't want anything to stand in the way of your beautiful cock."

"Liar!" He slapped her.

"Please," Sally whimpered through split lips. "I just wanted to satisfy you. To give you the best fuck you've ever had."

"How many others have there been?"

"I swear you're the first," Sally moaned, grinding her hips to try and make him come, certain that the only way to get over this rough spot was to have his cock jetting in her pussy.

Another slap crashed home.

"Whore! Tramp! How many!"

It was all too real for Sally now. She had outsmarted herself. In her confused mind it was no longer some dumb trick who had his cock in her pussy, but her angry father.

"Please, Daddy," she pleaded. "I swear that all I ever wanted was make you happy. The others were… were… just practice."

"Then you admit it?"

"Yes," she sobbed. "But I did it for you. Please don't stop fucking me. I want it… bad. I need it!"

"I'll give it to you all right, you filthy piece of trash!" He breathed deeply, but it seemed to be fire instead of air. "Oh, yes," he seethed, "I'll fuck you all right. Do you know what rape is?"

Sally jerked her head up and down, mentally seeing a light at the end of the tunnel.

"Well, that's what I'm going to do to you, you rotten little bitch. It's the best you deserve."

"You're right!" Sally cried. "Rape me, Daddy… pleeeease!"

With his cock still buried in her cunt, Sally's "father" grabbed her by the throat and began strangling her. When his prick started moving again, its character was completely changed, sawing like a saber-toothed blade within her. Then, without warning, it ripped from her pussy and stabbed into her ass, instantly drawing blood with its brutal surge.

"Don't stop!" Sally wailed. "This is what I deserve!"

The vicious cock yanked from her asshole and plowed back into her cunt, a barbed jackhammer.

"More! More! Deeper! Deeper!"

The man on top of Sally was an animal now, sweating like a pig and grunting like an ox. His vengeful cock would no sooner jam to the depths of one fuck-hole than it would rip to the surface and plunge into the other. Ass and cunt. Cunt and ass. Back and forth, over and over again. Sally was screaming at the top of her lungs from the crossfire of an incredible double-fuck.

The angry red cock tore out of Sally's asshole, but this time it didn't smash into her cunt. When she saw its head glowing like a chunk of charcoal, she knew that the time had arrived.

"Come! Come all over me, Daddy!" Sally howled.

It happened on command. The stiff dick jumped at her and exploded. A torrent of scalding cum splashed against her face and then moved dawn her body in a continuous stream, drenching her tits, coating her belly, and swamping her cunt and thighs. She dug her fingertips into her body and rubbed the jism into her tingling flesh, all the while begging for more.

But if in Sally's mind a perverse fantasy was coming true, the spell was broken for her partner seconds after his cock was drained.

"You're not my daughter," he declared in a tinny voice as he shook the fog from his brain. "You're not my little girl!" His voice had quickly risen to an outraged shout.

"You're crazy!" Sally yelled back in outrage.

But as soon as the words were out she realized the truth. The rage-filled man before her was the one who had come to his senses first. And now he had jerked her back into reality.

The kinky father-daughter game was over. She was a whore. He was a trick.

"You filthy cunt!" the man seethed. "They ought to take your kind and line them up against a wall and shoot them down like dogs."

"Then what would horny, middle-class clowns like you do with your money?" Sally shot back.

She was on her feet now, face to face with her accuser. Deftly, she reversed their positions, pinning the angry man between herself and the bed. When he tried to hit her, she blocked the blow and shoved him backward. As he bounced on the mattress, she moved in on top of him, summoning more strength than she knew she had to hold him down.

"I'm glad you like rape," she hissed, spraying his face with a fine mist of spit. "Because now you're going to find out what it's like from the other end."

The man couldn't believe what he was hearing.

But the determination twisting Sally's features told him that it was real.

"I'm going to rape the living shit out of you," Sally promised.

"But I've got the cock," the man answered. However, his faltering voice was utterly lacking in conviction.

Sally took his limp prick by the head between her thumb and forefinger and held it up like a freshly caught fish.

"You mean this thing?" she laughed derisively. "It may be attached to your body, sucker – but it's mine to do with as I please. You couldn't get it up on your own right now if your wife depended on it."

Now she hunched over, slipping the wilted dick between her tits and pressing them together to hold it there. She began to rub, slowly at first, then gradually increasing the friction.

"You're getting hard," Sally taunted. "Try and stop it. I dare you."

The man gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes, but his dick just got harder between Sally's chafing tits. When he gave up, his face was chalky as his blood continued to rush to his imprisoned cock.

Sally lengthened the strokes she was applying to his cock, no longer merely fondling it with her breasts, but actually tit-fucking it. The fiery head was poking all the way in the open, in perfect position for Sally to drop her mouth and begin sucking it while she continued to pump the shaft with her jugs.

The man writhed on the bed, his balls coming to a boil. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. His breath came in windy gusts.

Letting her tits fall away from his shaft, Sally took his whole prick in her mouth, deep-throating it to the root. Quickly she established the plunging rhythm of a full-scale mouth-fuck. The man's cock wasn't just hard now. It was steel. Throbbing steel.

Sally knew from experience that he was getting ready to come. With a wicked gleam in her eye, she abruptly stopped the blow-job and released the straining hard-on from her mouth.

"Don't stop?" her victim begged. "Please don't stop!"

Sally slapped him.

"P-please," the man blubbered, a five-pronged welt on his cheek. "Have mercy."

Sally chuckled like a witch. She squatted over his groin, centering her hovering pussy with the twitching cock below. She came down with a swoop, gathering the prick between her thighs and sucking it into her cunt.

As she fucked her victim, Sally continually abused him, physically and verbally. Raining insults and slaps, she reduced him to a cringing wreck. Only his pussy-locked cock stood up.

Sally's hips were a miracle of movement, bouncing up and down end swishing from side to side at the same time. This made her cunt a whipsaw. And it made her victim's cock feel like a ticking bomb.

The bomb exploded. With calm efficiency, Sally removed the spurting hard-on from her twat and watched as the man shot off in mid-air. Sally laughed hysterically. She hadn't had so much fun at the expense of another person since she could remember.

When the humiliating ejaculation was over, Sally jumped to her feet and scooped up her trick's clothes.

"Here," she snapped, throwing the wadded bundle at him. "Now get the hell out of here."

Stunned, he fumbled with his trousers.

"I said now!" Sally barked like a drill sergeant.

"But… I-I'm naked."

She grabbed the poor fool by his shoulders and wrestled him off the bed, shoving him toward the door. Crimson from head to toe with humiliation, the man opened the door and slunk toward the outside world bare-ass naked. Sally's mocking laughter followed him until he was halfway across the motel parking lot and curious passers-by were honking their car horns and yelling at him.

Alone, Sally felt in high spirits. Since the motel room was all paid up, she got back into bed and watched some television, thinking how nice it was to be by herself between the sheets. If it had been a classier place she'd have ordered something from room service.

Gradually her hand slipped between her legs and she savored the exciting feel of her fingertips against her cunt. She played with herself until she [missing text].

"Screw everybody else," she said aloud after her self-induced climax had wrapped her in velvet. "Who needs them?"