Dad And Sophie Part 7b - Sex Stories

Dad And Sophie Part 7b

... wandered into her bedroom. She dropped the towel well before the door; I picked it up as I followed.

Tonight, the phone sex involved Sophie lying on all fours, her ass towards the camera, plunging the Dad dildo in and out of her. Again, she prompted my father to tell me it was alright for me to be fucking her from behind. Why didn't Dad tell him to do so? Again, there was a sidestep, and he called her all sorts of names. Sophie pushed the envelope by talking about the dancing. She told Dad someone needed to make out with her.

When the phone call was complete, Sophie switched on the TV. Announcing herself bored by the low level of sex in the French series, we watched porn for the rest of the evening. We seemed to move along and got closer to each other as our orgasms progressed. Tonight, Sophie made me lie down and lay over me in a reverse doggy pose. This brought her pussy over my face as I watched the dildo slide in and out of her at close quarters.

It also had the effect of her juices dropping down onto my face as she approached and passed orgasm after orgasm. With one hand reaching back to her pussy, she found it difficult to keep upright, so she dropped down onto her shoulder by the side of my hip. It meant she could not see my cock, but she made up for it by grabbing my leg. I could absently caress her body, which I suppose was the point of the otherwise awkward position.

We then both lay on our sides, meaning we were visually close to each other's genitals. ...

... The TV was forgotten, except for the soundtrack of moans and slurping sounds. As I approached my second orgasm, I felt her hand slowly caressing my balls as I stroked myself hard. As I came, I felt her face move forward. She didn't touch me, but I plastered her face. Afterwards, I rolled on my back, and she sat on my chest and cleaned herself up using her fingers and swallowing it.

Dad rang me around lunchtime, telling me that his black Georgio's card was in the top drawer of his desk. Remember, the money is there, too; get receipts. He seemed to avoid the making-out question, so I asked him directly. Was he okay if I had to make out with his wife to stop her from making out with someone else? He seemed to hate being on the spot and told me I would probably make the right choice. I was a bit annoyed with his answer.

However, not responding also meant we didn't discuss what making out involved. If I were with a girlfriend, then making out would be kissing and exploring her body. It probably included a hand job. That seemed a bit too much, to be honest, but his avoiding giving permission meant we didn't explore what the boundaries were. I finished the conversation by asking him whether the CCTV worked for him. He was gobsmacked.

I don't think he realised that I knew. He asked if Sophie had any ideas, and I explained how I had worked it out. He told me that he had installed the cameras for work demonstration purposes. He had turned all off but the two by the door when ...