A college girl visits her older Daddy again
The girl named Kacey visited me again two days ago to talk to me more about what she wanted. This was our fourth time together. I started this visit like the previous three—I sat in a comfortable chair and told her to strip all her clothes off. She whispered an acquiescent “okay” and slowly undressed.
I watched as she threw a grey, lightweight down winter jacket and baseball cap on the sofa. Then she pulled off black sneakers and ankle socks, footwear I now associate so closely with her that seeing any girl wearing Chucks is enough to get my cock stirring. Barefoot now, showing pink painted toenails that matched her fingernails, she slowly removed everything else, one item at a time.
She pulled a tight, long-sleeved lavender top off, her lifted arms exposing a smooth, white stomach and then two small tits packaged in a black bralette.
She dropped the top on the floor, pushed her hair back and looked at me as she undid the bralette, sliding it down to expose firm little tits. The small pink nipples were hard like erasers, begging for attention. My cock stiffened as I looked at those tits and thought of striping them with a whip or cane and using a leather crop on the nipples. Not today, I thought, but very soon.
She paused for a moment, standing straight up like a mannequin, topless in skin-tight black stretch pants. The cloven mound of this young girl’s tight cunt—her little camel toe—stared at me and she knew it. I imagined all the men that probably tongued their lips, or lightly brushed their cock, when they spotted this unspoken invitation.
She cupped her tits teasingly now, one in each hand, and asked if I liked them. I said yes, of course. She asked if seeing her tits made me want to fuck her. I said it made me want to do a lot of things to her, but now she just needed to make herself naked.
She slid her fingers into the waist of her pants and pulled them down, the pants so tight it was like she was peeling the skin off a banana. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. She stood now completely naked for me, her cunt shaved and smooth.
I told her to get on her knees. She did. As she watched, I removed my shoes and socks and then stood up and took off my pants and underwear. I left my shirt on. I showed her my fully exposed cock, hard as a rock, eight thick inches. I reached down and cupped my balls, big and full, wanting her to think about them. I told her I wanted to fill her mouth full of pudding and then we would plan other things to do.
I told her to crawl to me. She did, stopping right at my feet, kneeling with her face inches from my cock. I held my hard cock up away from her and told her to lick and suck my balls. I told her to keep her hands away, only use her lips and tongue and mouth. She did as I told her, licking and running her warm, wet tongue all over my balls, taking them in her mouth and sucking them, rubbing her face against them. Pressing her tongue into the base of my cock.
She did everything I told her, continuing as I sat down on the chair. I stroked my throbbing cock and felt my balls swelling like cum-filled balloons. I slid down a little so she could push her tongue into my asshole while I jerked off.
When I was ready I stood up and told her to open her mouth. In an instant, I grabbed her head, shoved my cock into her mouth and ejaculated—hard, thick spurts of semen filling her mouth, almost choking her when I pushed deeper as I came, shooting what must have been an enormous surge of cum down her throat. I held her head and kept my cock in her mouth until I finished, until I felt my cock and balls relaxing a little.
I sat back down while the girl squatted back on her heels. We spent the next half-hour or so talking about another date, this time involving a second man and the wooden bench. She agreed. She said thank you. With my permission, she got dressed and left.
