Daddy's Little Cum Dumpster - 1 - Sex Stories

Daddy's Little Cum Dumpster - 1

... just for a moment. Jack quickly scooted his chair back up to the table to hide the situation in his pants.

“Amber dear?” Dan said to get her attention, “Will you go upstairs and make us a couple of bags of popcorn?”

“Of course, Daddy,” she replied and bounced back up the stairs. The men in the room let out a sigh of both relief and disappointment. Jason carefully laid his cards down on the table and stood.

“I need something stronger, anybody need anything from the kitchen while I’m up?” Jason asked. The men snickered.

“I bet you’re ‘up’,” mumbled Roger. Jason rolled his eyes and made his way upstairs.

When he reached the kitchen, he saw Amber bent over the counter waiting for the sound of the pops to slow down signaling that the bag was ready to be pulled out. He couldn’t resist walking over to her and pressing his hips to her backside as he ran his hands up to cup her breasts. She was startled but excited. This is exactly what she had been wanting. A moan escaped her lips as she felt his hardness against her exposed flesh.

Jason ran his hands back down her body and under her skirt to lift it slightly. Seeing only the sign of a skimpy string at the top of her round cheeks, he knew this girl was definitely wanting some action. He slipped a finger along her opening watching her throw her head back, finally being touched the way she wanted to be touched. Her wetness was spreading quickly down her thighs encouraged by the fat finger on her naked flesh. Jason got ...

... down on his knees so his mouth was at the same level as her sweet pussy and inhaled the scent of her.

Reaching his hands up to the band of her panties, he drew them down her legs, fully exposing her to him.

“Step out,” he commanded. She complied and let him remove her panties. Oh my god, was he going to fuck her right here in the kitchen with her daddy and uncle right downstairs?!

But he wasn’t, that would just be stupid without permission. Instead, he balled up the panties and put them in his pocket. Then he leaned forward and gave her slit a deep lick, sticking his tongue into her very tight hole. Amber felt the invasion and gasped. She wanted more, though. She wanted to be fucked. She opened her legs more, giving Jason more access to her. But with a final slurp, he stood up and resumed pouring himself a glass of whiskey before leaving her bent over the counter, exposed and dripping wet.

The microwave beeping pulled her out of her stupor and she returned to making popcorn. But nothing could stop her from feeling her wetness running down her thighs. Bags of popcorn in hand on a tray, she brought them all back down to the basement and set them on a side table near the poker players. She was still a bit flush from the encounter upstairs.

“Anything wrong, dear?” her dad sensing her change in demeanor. Amber forced a smile through her flush and responded “no daddy, I’m fine!”. That’s when he had an idea.

“Come sit with me, sweetie, I’ll teach you how to play,” ...