Kristy After School - Sex Stories

Kristy After School

... soak up my slippery wetness. I sniffed the air - the musky smell of my oozing virgin fuck slot was unmistakable. The irresistible pheromones of my snug tender pussy filled the room. I knew the hot scent of my buttery teenager’s vagina would work its charms on any male nearby, and yet my daddy's huge cock could find no satisfaction. He was a moral, family man and I knew he would fight off the animal urge to fuck his dick into his teenage daughter's quivering pink folds. It was a delightful, no risk game for me to play. I grinned as another gush of my warm pussy lube turned my panty crotch into a sweltering, sloppy mess. I clamped my legs together, worried that my abundant wetness would begin dripping down my thighs. I would soon have to thoroughly finger fuck myself to work off my growing arousal, but it was well worth it if I could torment my daddy in the process. From behind me, I had apparently gotten the desired effect, as I heard a quiet groan from Daddy, who shifted uncomfortably behind his desk, adjusting the almost perpetual hard on which I delighted in causing him.

Concealed in his pants, daddy had a huge cock. His erections always bulged fiercely, and must have been terribly painful to keep confined. I figured he wouldn't be able to take many more weeks of this, and by summer, I would be out of a job and back with my friends. "Got that nice stiff bone on for your daughter’s juicy twat, Daddy?" I thought smugly to myself. "Gosh, whatever will we do about that? ...

... Tough! Live with it." But by the time I turned around from the file cabinet, I had wiped the grin off my face and politely handed him the Peterson file. Daddy pretended to be absorbed in his paperwork, but I could feel his eyes intently focused on my soft sexy teenage body as he sneaked a glance over the top of his file. Pretending to be unaware of his lustful, piercing gaze, I made a further show of it. Under the pretense of biting a troublesome nail, I sensuously sucked on the tip of my finger and stared off into space. My other hand seemed to absent-mindedly slip under the hem of my dress and tugged my moist, twisted panties out of the clefts of my butt and pussy. I snagged one of the elastic leggings, pulled and then released. In the quiet of the office, the resulting "snap" as it seated itself back against my firm rump flesh was unmistakable. Barely covered from Daddy's prying eyes, my finger caressed across the protruding mound of my cotton covered pussy, coming away with a sample of my slippery girl dew which had seeped into the panty crotch.

Daddy's chair creaked and groaned as he shifted again, his raging erection trapped in his pants and obviously putting him in quite a state of discomfort. I nearly let a giggle escape, but that would have spoiled the game. I quieted myself by trading fingers in my mouth, discretely slipping my sticky finger into my red-rouged lips and savoring the warm shimmering coating. Nothing sweeter than a juicy pussy, so they say, even if it ...