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Incest, father daughter, older man young girl


by Lea 599

My name is Leeann Adams and I am nineteen and I am an addict. I
have
been an addict since I was six years old. I am addicted to sex.
Now,
you may scoff at that statement but it is true, I have to have
sex
every day, preferably two or three times a day. I crave it like
an
heroin addict craves a fix. Most of the time I masturbate, using
a
variety of battery operated toys. I usually wake up in the
morning
and leisurely reach for one of my toys. On rare occasions, I find
a nice man to share a weekend with. Even though I am an addict, I
am still very picky about my men.

Maybe I should describe my self, so that you can get a better
picture
of me. I am 5' 2", if I take a deep breath while measuring.
Normally
I weigh 98 pounds. Blond hair, blue eyes. Most people say I'm
cute,
or pixieish, not beautiful. My measurements are 32-20-32 B-cup. I
guess you could say I am small all over.

My uncle initiated me into sex when I was six, just touching and
kissing,
and licking. At that age, it felt nice but I could take it or
leave
it. What really turned me on was that he let me play with his
cock,
I guess that was the beginning of my love affair with men's
cocks.
When I was ten I seduced my father into having oral sex with me.
At
 twelve I had oral sex with my grandfather several times. Some
girls
learn sewing, some learn painting, some learn public speaking. I
learned
men! I learned that men between the ages of fifty and sixty love
little
girls. I mean, they really love little girls and I was a little
girl!


My mother walked out of our lives when I was twelve, so that
allowed
me to sleep with my father anytime I wanted to. He was my lover,
best
friend, my confidant, my teacher, as well as my father. He
allowed
me to act out all my fantasies. When all this transpired, he knew
all about it, he didn't like it but he allowed it to happen.

At twelve I was every older man's dream. Tiny, delicate, Blonde
hair
that tumbled down my back. It framed my tiny pixy face in a huge,
wavy mass. Bright, blue eyes. Small mouth, that looked even
smaller,
when trying to fit itself around a large penis. Tiny, delicate
hands,
that contrasted with an older mans large penis. My father said I
already
had "dancers legs". I don't say this in a bragging way, just want
you to get the picture, so that you may better understand what
happened
and perhaps understand me a little better.

I discovered, by twelve, that I preferred men between the ages of
fifty and sixty. First because, as I said before, they really
love
young girls. They are normally nice, gentlemen. They don't have
any
diseases. They truly enjoy making love to young girls. They have
a
lot of experience at making love. Finally, they love to have oral
sex, my absolute favorite.

Now that I have told you about me, let me explain my game. Yes,
it
is a game. I go fishing every Saturday. Like most fishermen, I
don't
catch something every time I go out but most times I do. A lot of
girls play this game. They use different bait. With a lot of them
it is a tattoo and short short skirts. With others it is a lot of
makeup. Some like to dye their hair some bright color. I dress
rather
nice. Maybe a nice frilly blouse, very thin, to allow my nipples
to
show through just a tiny bit. A medium length pleated skirt.

I went to the mall like I always do on Saturday. I figured I
would
play my game and see what I could catch. I really love to have
those
older men drool over me, makes me feel so good. When I got there,
I went into the bathroom and took off my panties,
as usual. I had on my favorite skirt, you know, the one that is
medium
short and pleated, so if I bend over in front of a guy it shows
my
bare ass. Well, I left the bathroom, feeling the cool air blowing
across my tiny, bald pussy and wandered around through the stores
for a while but there didn't seem to be any men that were
interested
in a twelve year old, very disappointing. I decided I might as
well
go home, when I noticed a man looking at me. I pretended not to
notice
him and went around the rack of clothes and peeked around.

He was actually following me! I checked him out. About 50, nice
looking,
clean shaved, neat haircut, expensive looking suit, new looking
shoes.
(you can tell a lot about someone by looking at their shoes, read
that somewhere). He didn't look like a cop or store security but
I
decided to test him anyway. I wandered out of the store, went
down
a couple of stores and went in. Five minutes later, here he
comes,
casually walking in. He pretended not to be looking for me, but
his
eyes swept all around the store, I decided right then that he was
the one for the day.

I turned around quickly and our eyes met for a second, then he
dropped
his eyes and pretended to be examining a pair of walking shorts.
Wow!
He was really interested! Most of the time I had to do something
to
get their interest, like flash my ass at them or flirt in some
manner.
Maybe it was my hair.

"Okay mister", I thought. "Let's see how far I can lead you." I
went
into five or six stores, just casually looking at stuff. Sure
enough,
here he came, not like he was tailing me but just seeming to be
wandering
around, but I knew.  I went to the food court, got a coke and
hamburger,
found an empty table off to the side, like I usually do. Here
came
my victim, slipping into a seat at a nearby table with his tray.
He
was sitting so that he faced my table.

Time to go into my act. I looked directly at him and smiled. At
first
he seemed unsure as to what to do, then he smiled back. I took a
small
bite of my hamburger, then pretending I had some catsup on my
finger,
I stuck it into my mouth and sucked slowly while looking directly
at him. I could see his eyes get big as his mind thought about
what
it would be like to have me suck on his cock. I took another
bite,
then slowly licked my fingers. His eyes never left my face. Wow!
I
knew I had him totally hooked. I was swinging my legs back and
forth
and I saw his eyes drop to them, so I opened my legs just a
little.
I was watching his face real close and saw his mouth drop open as
he got a brief glimpse up my legs. Maybe even a glimpse of my
bare
pussy.

He was grinning now. He put his hands together and then spread
them
apart, like he wanted me to open my legs wider. I pulled up my
skirt
a little and opened my legs wide. When he got a good look at my
bare
pussy I was afraid he was going to have a heart attack. He got up
and approached my table.

"Excuse me young lady," he said, in a pleasant voice. "Would you
mind
if I sat down?"

I smiled warmly and motioned to the chair next to me. "Please
do."
My twelve year old pussy was quivering with excitement, but
outwardly
I tried to appear calm. One must always stay in control of the
situation. I knew that all I had to do would be to
scream and there would be a dozen cops swarming all over him, so
I
had no fear of anything, as long as we remained in the mall.

"You have the most gorgeous eyes and hair," he says.

"Is that all you noticed?" I reply, trying to put a cute little
pout
on my mouth. There was something about this man that I found to
be
very intriguing. He wasn't the ordinary run of the mill mal guy.
I
found his eyes were like looking into a deep pool, hinting of
something.
What it was I had know idea. I wanted instinctively to get to
know
him more. Somehow, the little game of touchy feely wasn't
important
anymore. Somehow I wanted more from him, what, I didn't know,
just
more.

"You seem to have forgotten something when you got dressed this
morning,"
he whispered, as his hand slid up my thigh, finger tips brushing
across
my mound, sending waves of pleasure coursing though my body. "I
hope
you don't find me too forward in mentioning it?" The fingertips
were
brushing across my tiny clit, causing my whole body to tingle. I
was
having trouble sitting still.

"I seem to be forgetful at times." I managed to mumble, while
trying
to control my lower body. I was afraid I might have an orgasm
right
there. I felt my legs open wider as the questing fingers moved
over
my damp pussy. "Maybe I should go get some panties to put on
before
we both get in trouble."

"Maybe you can help me with a problem I have. Oh, by the way, my
name
is Art, Art Martin."

"Leeann," I mumble, Still trying to control my shaking body as
one
of the fingers slipped inside me. "What kind of problem do you
have?"

"I need a baby-sitter. Do you ever baby-sit?"

"Yes I sit once in a while. You don't look like you would need
one."

"I'm from out of town, and I want to surprise my son and his wife
tonight, by taking them out to dinner.  I need to find someone to
watch after their two-year-old.  Would you baby sit?  I will pay
you
very well, it being on such short notice and all." His fingers
were
driving me crazy with desire. I fought to hold back the orgasm
that
was building.

"Okay," I replied never breaking eye contact with him. His eyes
were
almost hypnotic.

Sliding his finger over my swollen clit, he added, "You know,
Leeann,
I think you need to buy some new panties." He pulled his hand
away
from my tormented pussy and nodded towards the Victoria's Secret,
"See that store over there?  Tell you what, why don't you go over
there and buy yourself some pretty panties to wear tonight when
you're baby-sitting,
 Of course, if you don't want to wear them all night, you could
take
them off."  Reaching into his wallet, he pulled out a
hundred-dollar
bill.  "Pick out something nice and then come back and show me."

I  accepted the gift and strode off to the store. Once in the
store,
I was approached by a sales clerk, very pretty, about thirty or
thirty
five. I showed her the hundred dollar bill, to demonstrate that I
was a serious shopper, not just a kid that would waist her time.
"A
nice man gave me this. Said I needed some new panties," I said
with
a smile.

That caused her to raise her eye brows a little. "What type of
panties
did you have in mind?"

I grinned at her. "Something very sexy, maybe see through is what
he would like." I could see that the lady was having a problem,
trying
to figure me out. She was sure that I was only twelve or
thirteen.
So why was I buying a sexy pair of panties for an obvious night
of
sex at my age.

She kinda shrugged her shoulders, as if to say, not my problem
and
led me to the right department. "I would think you might take 
the
smallest size we have," she remarked, as she selected several
pair
and led me to the dressing room. "Would you be needing any help
with
the fitting?"

I looked at her smiling face, wondering. "Yes please. I want this
to be so perfect." I followed her into the fitting room. Kicking
off
my shoes, I undid my skirt and let it fall to the floor, all the
while
watching her face.

Her eyes got big, as she saw my bare pussy. "My, you do need new
panties
for sure." She whispered, her eyes focused on my slit. "You sure
are
a pretty thing," she added, as she knelt in front of me and held
the
first pair for me to step into. "Try this pair first," she said,
the
back of her fingers brushing across my pussy very lightly, as she
slid them on.

	I couldn't quite suppress a tiny moan, as I felt her fingers
brush
my mound again. I had never entertained the idea of letting a
woman
make love to me, but after all the stimulation that I had endured
in the last hour, this was just too much. Obviously she had
detected
the moan, for she slid the pair of panties down and even as I
went
to step out of them, her mouth was on my pussy. My whole body
shuddered,
as an orgasm swept over me. I reached down and gripped her head
in
both hands, pulling her mouth hard into my exploding cunt. Her
teeth
were pressed against my swollen clit as wave after wave of
delicious
orgasm swept through me. I was moaning in esctacy. My entire body
was on fire, as her tongue delved into my tortured pussy. My legs
were shaking so badly, I felt that I might fall down. Reluctantly
I pushed her head away.

	She rocked back on her heels, my cunt juice dripping from her
lips.
"Honey, you taste so good. Anytime you want more, please come see
me."
I selected a pair of black see-through panties, not even noticing
the price tag of 35 dollars, I was that shook up. I hadn't had an
orgasm that big before and it took me some time to recover.
Quickly
I put my skirt back on and staggered out of the fitting room,
laid
the hundred on the counter, picked up my change and left the
store.
I glanced across to the food court, he was still there. I had no
idea
how long I had been in the fitting room being eaten by the sales
woman,
could have been an hour or ten minutes, it was that good.

	"Glad to see you again." He stated, without the slighest hint of
anger at being left waiting.

I sat down and showed him my purchase.  It was already 4:30 PM,so
I told him I had to go. I told him that he could pick me up at
6:30
PM.  I gave me him my address and a phone number in case he got
lost.
 I slid the change across the table but he surprised me by
refusing
it. I slipped off the chair, kissed him on the cheek and walked
away.

All the way home I argued with myself, calling myself every kind
of
stupid I could think of. I had played my game so many times
without
giving the man anything but letting him feel me up, sometimes
masturbating
him a little. Why was this time different? What made him
different?
Was it his voice? No, it was definitely was his eyes, his
hypnotic
eyes. I had looked into his eyes and lost my good sense. I was
relieved
to see that my father was home from work, he would know how to
get
me out of this mess.

"Daddy!" I began, just as soon as I entered the living room. "I
got
a big problem." I spent the next half hour explaining what had
happened
that afternoon at the mall. He raised his eyebrows at the mention
of what the salesgirl had done to me. He shook his head sadly at
me
giving my address to a strange man.

"I thought we had agreed to never giving our address?" He said,
some
rebuke in his voice.

I hung my head. "I'm sorry daddy, truly I am but this man is
different.
I don't know how but he just is. Just this once, can't we make an
exception? I didn't tell him about you and me. I would never tell
anyone about us."

My father looked thoughtful. "What if he isn't satisfied with
oral
sex? What if he insists on fucking you? What if he rapes you?
Have
you thought about that? There will be no policemen to scream for.
No store security. Some men can't control their urges. You are
too
small and too young to have intercourse yet. Have you thought
about
that?"

	
I was properly chastised. "I really am sorry daddy but I just
know
 he isn't that way."

"Okay darling, you know I can't refuse you anything but I worry
all
the same. I will do my best to check him out and find out what
hotel
he will take you to. You go take your bath and dress real nice.
By
the way, does he know how old you are?
"I don't know. The subject never came up."
	
Promptly at 6:30 PM the door bell rang. "Stay in the living room
until
I check him out." My father said, as he went to answer it. I
could
hear everything that was said.

"Hi, I'm Art Martin.  Leeann is baby-sitting my granddaughter
tonight.
 Is she ready?"

"Won't be long. I understand you are from out of town?"

"Yes. Texas. I'm here visiting my son and his family. Wanted to
take
them to dinner."

"Do you have some identification mister Martin."

Yes, of course and here is the receipt for the hotel where Leeann
will be sitting, in case you want to check later to see if she is
okay."

"Has she sat for a two-year-old before?"

 "Yes, she has," my father replied.  "Several times.  She's quite
mature for a twelve year old."

..........silence....................it seemed to drag on.......

"Good!  Excellent!" Mister Martin croaked, as he absorbed the
shocking
 information just given to him.  "Twelve!? You say. I took her
for
a maybe a little older."

"She's almost thirteen and very knowledgeable," my father added,
as
a way of reassuring him.

"Oh, very good," Art managed.

I decided to make my appearance at that moment and maybe save
both
of them from saying the wrong thing and causing the whole thing
to
go down the drain. "Hi, Mister Martin, I'm ready to go," I said,
kissing
my father on the cheek, then following Art to his shiny car. WOW!
He sure liked to travel in style!  "Are you really going out to
dinner?
 Am I really going to be baby-sitting tonight?", I ask, as he
held
the door for me.

"Uh, well, no.  I thought you understood......."


"I don't know. The subject never came up."
	
Promptly at 6:30 PM the door bell rang. "Stay in the living room
until
I check him out." My father said, as he went to answer it. I
could
hear everything that was said.

"Hi, I'm Art Martin.  Leeann is baby-sitting my granddaughter
tonight.
 Is she ready?"

"Won't be long. I understand you are from out of town?"

"Yes. Texas. I'm here visiting my son and his family. Wanted to
take
them to dinner."

"Do you have some identification mister Martin."

Yes, of course and here is the receipt for the hotel where Leeann
will be sitting, in case you want to check later to see if she is
okay."

"Has she sat for a two-year-old before?"

 "Yes, she has," my father replied.  "Several times.  She's quite
mature for a twelve year old."

..........silence....................it seemed to drag on.......

"Good!  Excellent!" Mister Martin croaked, as he absorbed the
shocking
 information just given to him.  "Twelve!? You say. I took her
for
a maybe a little older."

"She's almost thirteen and very knowledgeable," my father added,
as
a way of reassuring him.

"Oh, very good," Art managed.

I decided to make my appearance at that moment and maybe save
both
of them from saying the wrong thing and causing the whole thing
to
go down the drain. "Hi, Mister Martin, I'm ready to go," I said,
kissing
my father on the cheek, then following Art to his shiny car. WOW!
He sure liked to travel in style!  "Are you really going out to
dinner?
 Am I really going to be baby-sitting tonight?", I ask, as he
held
the door for me.

"Uh, well, no.  I thought you understood......."

 "Are we going to your hotel?"

 "Uh, only if you want to," he replied.  "Are you hungry? We
could
go somewhere and get something to eat."

 "No, I had supper. Do you have room service in your hotel?"

 "Sure."

"Can I order something?"

"Uh, yes, you can order anything you like," he replied,
comprehending
the profound implications of my questions.  He now knew that I
wanted
him to take me to his hotel room.   "Uh, did you wear the panties
you bought today?"

 "Yes, and I can't wait for you to see them!"

 "You won't have them on for very long," he replied as a warning.

 "Yes, I know."

We stopped at a traffic light. He turned to me and boldly lifted
my
skirt enough to see that I was indeed wearing the panties he had
bought
me.  I brushed his hand away declaring, "Someone might see! I'll
show
you everything when we get there."

He seemed to be a little nervous, as we walked through the lobby
of
the posh hotel. I reached over and took his hand and whispered,
"People
will think I am you daughter." That seemed to relax him a little.
When he opened the door to his suite, I was blown away. My father
treated me to a hotel room once in a while but this was a palace!
I  ran in and pounced on the huge sofa. "Can we order room
service
now, please?"

"What would you like?" He asked with a smile.

 "Can I have some ice cream?"

 "Of course sweetheart, you can have anything you desire."  He
picked
up the phone and ordered two ice creams.  "They have chocolate,
vanilla
and butter scotch and chocolate chip."

"They don't have Cookies and Cream?"
 "No, apparently not."

 "Okay, chocolate chip!"

While we waited for room service to deliver our order, he asked
to
see my panties again.  I was wearing an outfit similar to the one
I wore at the mall.  "Take off your skirt, darling, so I can see
you
better."

 I smiled and immediately unfastened my skirt and let it drop to
the
floor. I stepped out of it and walked over to him. I could see,
by
the bulge in his pants, that he was turned on by the way the new
panties
made me look. His eyes were riveted on my pussy. I turned slowly
around,
letting him get a good look. As I turned back to face him, his
hands
slid up my legs, then around to caress my ass. Because the
panties
were a modified thong, his fingers slid along my ass crack,
bringing
a tingling sensation to my entire body. I move my butt, much like
a cat would when petted, trying to get more. Now his hands were
sliding
over my hips to slide on my tummy. Now his lips were on my tummy,
trailing tiny kisses and licks all over my tummy. I twisted and
turned,
trying to get those lips to go down further but they refused. The
lips were bringing such wonderful feelings.

Now he was unbuttoning my blouse, spreading it open to expose my,
nearly nonexistent breasts. My nipples were hard in anticipation
of
his mouth and tongue when there was a knock on the door and  the
announcement,
"Room Service!"

Softly I cursed at the intrusion, but it was my own doing, I had
wanted
ice cream!  "You better step into the bedroom, darling, while I
answer
the door."

After the waiter left I came out and we fed each other ice cream.
I tried to tease him, by spending a long time licking the spoon.
His
eyes, those hypnotic eyes, never left my lips and tongue.

Our ice cream finished, he took my hand and guided me back into
the
bedroom where the main events of the evening were to unfold.  I
made
a comment about the big spa tub in the corner of the bedroom.  A
bath?
 That sounded good to him, so he began to draw a hot bath.  While
the tub filled with hot water and bubbles, he took me in his
arms,
and bending over, kissed me for the first time.  I kissed back,
stabbing
through his lips with my tongue.  We stood and kissed for some
time,
while the tub filled and his hands explored my tiny ass. Finally
he
excused himself and disappeared into the bathroom. I took that
opportunity
to pin my hair up and slip into the tub. He came out of the
bathroom
dressed in a big, fluffy robe. He seemed to desire me immensely
but
wasn't sure how far to go with me.  I invited him into the tub
and
he dropped his robe and slipped in facing me, straddling my legs
with
his legs.  I scooted down until my feet touched his genitals. 
Now
it was my turn to feel him up with my feet.  Gleefully I teased
and
toyed, I watched with interest as his cock stiffened even more.

Suddenly I withdrew my feet and turned to face him on my knees. I
reached out and touched his cock for the first time. His eyes
grew
large, as he watched my tiny hands slowly caress his huge cock.
The contrast was unmistakable. His cock was no larger than
my father's but to a tiny twelve year old, it was huge. His
breath
was coming harder as I softly stroked his cock, trailing my
fingers
down and over his balls, tickling, squeezing, raking my little
finger
nails over them.

He was reclining back against the edge of the tub. Ever so
slowly,
I leaned forward, my eyes on his, my tiny fingers gripping his
cock.
My mouth was open and my tongue was licking my lips. I heard a
moan
escape his lips as he watched my lips in fascination, knowing
what
was coming. A quarter of an inch away from the head of his cock,
I
hesitated, my tongue flicking out, touching him, soft as a
butterflies
wing. His cock was twitching so badly that I had to grip it with
both
hands. I noticed a large drop of pre-cum nestling on the head and
flicked my tongue into it, getting my first taste of him. His
eyes
followed the pre-cum, as it stuck to the tip of my tongue and
disappeared
into my mouth.

Now, my tongue went to work on his cock, sliding around the head.
Every so often my lips would suck at the side of his cock, making
a slurping sound, accompanied by a moan from my victim. My lips
trailed
down the entire length of his throbbing cock, teeth nibbling. My
eyes
rarely left his, my father had taught me that it heightened a
mans
pleasure to watch him as you sucked on his cock.

"Oh god baby!" He moaned. "Where did you learn that?" I sucked a
little
harder. "Baby, you got to stop!" More moans, as I sucked one of
his
balls into my mouth. "Sweetie! Please! You got to stop or I am
going
to cum all over the place." My mouth closed over the head of his
cock.
"Oh God!" I could feel his legs shaking and I knew he was close.
My
fingers were all over his cock now, stroking, stroking, stroking.
Then I felt the first spurt hit the back of my throat and I
swallowed
quickly as he pumped his cum into my mouth. It was spurting out
the
sides of my mouth, as my tiny throat couldn't quite manage to
swallow
all of it.

Finally it was over and I licked the cum from his softening cock.
His breath was still coming in large gasps. "What the hell just
happened?"
he ask, trying to get his breath back to normal. "Where did you
learn
how to do that?"

I rocked back to my side of the tub. "Did I do good?" I ask, with
as innocent a look as I could muster, considering there was
drying
cum all over my face.

He grinned broadly. "Baby, I have never been done better than
that
and I have been done by experts." He stood up and helped me out
of
the tub, wrapping me in a big , fluffy towel and patting me dry.
Leading
me to the the king size bed, he pulled away the towel, as I
scrambled
into the center. He crawled in and took my foot in his hand,
bringing
it to his mouth, he sucked each toe, slipping his tongue in
between
each toe, bring wonderful sensations to my moist pussy.

He began working his way, from my toes, to my ankles. His lips
and
tongue lingering here and there, never remaining for long in one
place.
My pussy was aching for his tongue but he tortured me endlessly.
I
felt my cunt dripping moisture in anticipation of the arrival of
his
magical tongue. Maddingnly slow, the lips crept up my inner
thighs.
I squirmed with desire, my legs opening as wide as possible.
Reaching down, I tangled my fingers
in his hair, tugging, urging. His hair brushed my aching cunt, as
he licked and kissed down my thighs, bringing a whimper to my
lips.


His tongue was driving me insane. my father liked to tease but
this
was true torture. I felt like my body was on fire. Suddenly he
turned
me over and attacked my ass, spreading my cheeks open to expose
my
tiny ass hole. My body exploded, as his tongue slid across it for
the first time, then it probed harder and I felt another orgasm
roll
over me. I was whimpering in sheer esctacy, as I pushed my
tortured
ass into his questing tongue.

He rolled me back over and I opened my legs, welcoming his
magical
tongue into my steaming cunt. He slid his hands under me, cupping
my ass cheeks and raised me up to meet his hungry mouth. I threw
my
legs up on his shoulders, gripping his head like a vise, my hands
pulling at his head, as a scream escaped my lips. My whole body
erupted
in a tremendous orgasm, larger than I had ever experienced
before,
when his teeth bit down gently on my swollen little clit.

Suddenly, he lowered back to the bed me and raised up between my
wide
open legs, his cock sticking straight out like a giant pole. I
stared
at this huge organ and felt fear. "I'm a virgin."

"What did you say?" He asked not believing what he had just
heard.

"I'm a virgin."

"Uh... Do you want to remain a virgin?" He asked.

 "Yes."

He sprawled out next to me.  I could see his cock, throbbing and
aching.
Crystal clear, pre-seminal lubricant, literally drooled from it.
I
sat up and straddled his chest. "Okay, now it's your turn again."
Pushing down on his chest with my hands, I scooted backwards,
dragging
my soaking wet cunt across his cock. I could feel it throbbing in
anticipation. I scooted back farther and took up position between
his legs. Reaching forward, I ran my hands over his cock, letting
my tiny fingers play along the full length of his magnificent
cock.

I lowered my lips to his oozing cock head, all the while
maintaining
eye contact with him.  He gasped as he felt my tongue circling
the
tip of his penis.  My mouth engulfed the broad head and lashed it
with my dancing tongue. Caressing the length of his shaft with my
lips, I began taking long strokes, flicking my tongue against the
soft underside of his glans when I reached it. He cried out in
sweet
agony as the first spurt urged into my mouth in a torrent, nearly
taking me by surprise. I pulled off and the third blast launched
in
a high arch to splatter across his abdomen. I then took him back
into
my mouth as the final ejaculatory impulses pumped more sperm
laden
semen into my mouth.

I happened to glance at the clock by the bedside and I knew that
there
was a problem, it was already past 1:30. "I told Daddy, I'd be
home
by one! You have got to get me home!"   We were stuck together
with cum as I rolled off.  It was obvious
that we would need to get cleaned up first.  I drew some water in
the spa tub, not enough for a bath, but enough for a sponge bath.
We got in and we washed each other one last time.

 While I found the various parts of my outfit and dressed, he got
back into his suit, tie and all.  It was a well after two, when
we
made it to the elevator.  As we sped towards my home, He asked if
he could see me again tomorrow, explaining that his business
should
be concluded by ten and he could meet me somewhere afterwards.

 "No, I can't, Art.  Not tomorrow.  Daddy's off tomorrow and...
he wants
to spend some time with me."

 "Doing what?"

 "Whatever.  You know... We always spend time together whenever
we can."

 "Well, I've have to return home tomorrow and take care of my
business.
 I don't know when I'll be back, but...  I will be back.  Do you
think
you could baby-sit for me again?"

 "I'd love to," I replied with a giggle.

 "One thing, Leeann... if you're still a virgin when I see you
again...
you won't be afterwards.  I'm going to fuck you, sweetheart. 
Fuck
you like a woman should be fucked.  Okay?  Fair warning."

 "Uh, okay... I guess," was the reply I could give, knowing quite
well
that there was little chance of us ever meeting again.

He pulled up to my house and leaned over and kissed me once more,
making it last for a long time. He then pressed a bunch of bills
into
my hand.

I looked at the money and then looked back at him, dropping them
to
the floor of the car.  "I'm not a prostitute." I said.

 "It's a gift."

"You gave me a gift tonight. A wonderful time."

He walked me up to the door.  The door opened.  My father looked
at
me and then at him.  "Late dinner?" he asked as I stepped inside.

"We went to a club afterwards and time just slipped by.  Sorry to
bring her home so late."

"Yeah, right," my father muttered, as he closed the door.