A Japan Holiday - Sex Stories

A Japan Holiday

... desire to be sucked, bitten, pulled or entertained in any other way they could be.

"J ... Josie," he stuttered.

"Just saying Daddy, if you can't sleep, you know where I am. Mum has the second key you know."

He tore his eyes away from me with an effort of will and left the room. I honestly thought that was the end of it.

I was certainly surprised when the door to my room opened in the middle of the night. I'd been sleeping soundly and to be honest, it freaked me out initially. I was only just coming to the realization that someone was in my room when I felt the bed shift. With added weight. It was Dad.

"Couldn't sleep?" I asked blearily.

"No," he replied simply.

"Need some help?" I asked hopefully, clicking on the light beside the bed.

"I do," he said. I reached for him, sliding my hand along his thigh. I felt his hand slide over my body in response, his hand finding my breast beneath my t-shirt. He stiffened as I grasped and stroked him, and he fondled my breast. Clearly whatever moral concerns he had he dismissed or ignored. I wasn't about to complain.

For a while that was all we did. I caressed his hardening cock and he squeezed and manipulated my breasts, alternating between them. His fingers then started sliding back down my body, the tips fluttering over my abdomen, my stomach fluttering in ticklish response. Then they were on my panties, dancing lightly across the fabric until they reached the crotch. I parted my legs as in invitation and ...

... felt pressure against my pussy, the fabric dampening quickly in response to his touch.

I grasped and stroked his hard cock. His fingers slipped inside my soaked panties, then slowly stroking my pussy lips. So fucking wet!! He again, like the night before, pulling out so that he could taste them.

"You can taste it direct Daddy," I whispered suggestively. Dad groaned. I released his cock and slipped my panties off my legs quickly. Dad's gaze was glued to the revelation of my pussy. His fingers rested on my inner thigh, close but not touching me.

"Lick my pussy Daddy!!," I urged him. He stood up from the bed, struggling somewhat with his injuries. He knelt beside the bed and pulled me so his face was between my legs. I was splayed across it and dragged a pillow down to prop up my head rather than being twisted through ninety degrees. His head dipped between my legs and I felt his tongue caress me in the most intimate way. It slid along my lips and then back up between them, probing within me. I sighed in bliss as he sent pleasure coursing through me with his tongue.

He teased and stroked and probed and licked, building my pleasure closer and closer to orgasm with every passing moment. I wanted his cock. He wasn't giving it to me though. He kept licking me.

I raised my head from the pillow, looking directly at him tonguing me. “Look at me daddy”, I ordered him. With our eye piercing each other, I uttered, “I’m going to cum all over you face daddy… NOW!! I came with a ...