The Adventures of a Slut - Sex Stories

The Adventures of a Slut

... “If I die tonight, I would die a very happy man. You gave me a spark and for that I am grateful.” “You are very sweet Daddy and I found it very enjoyable as well. Your wife is very lucky to have you.” “Oh, my Maggie died about 4 years ago. A wonderful wife and mother. God rest her soul,” he said, as he bowed his head. “Well anytime you need a sugar fix. I’m your gal.” I walk him to the door and give him a hug. Oh wait Daddy, I almost forgot about your tip. Again I rub my hand over his cock, but this time from the inside. Daddy leans back against the door frame as my little hand strokes his cock up and down. His hips rock back and forth. “Does that feel good, Daddy?” He just moans as I kneel in front of him and unzip his pants. I lick his hard meaty cock like a Popsicle. I start from the base and work my way up and around. My tongue circles the rim and I taste and see his pre-cum dripping. When I suck in the head I bite gently down on his thick rim. His hands hold my head in place as I suck him hard and deep down my hungry throat. My hands fondle and scratch his hanging balls. “Feed me Daddy, feed this hungry little girl,” I say, as I feel his cock throbbing and his veins pulsating. He makes some loud animalistic sounds from the bottom of his throat. Then there is the explosion of cum that races down my throat. It is hot, thick and tastes very salty. His knees buckle and he slides down the frame and sits on the floor. “Oh Lordy, Miss Candy, you certainly know how to treat a ...

... man.” He takes out his handkerchief and wipes the sweat from his brow. I help him up and sit him down at the kitchen table. I pour him a tall glass of iced tea. I want to make sure he was okay before I allow him to drive off. We wave goodbye as he pulls away. Poor Jed seemed lonely for companionship. Maybe we could be company for each other. I didn’t want to admit it to him, but the kiss and the blow-job ignited something in me too. Back in the bedroom, I reach into the closet and pull out my black mini dress. I freshen up my make-up and put on my black heels. Nothing too fancy, I was only going to the diner up the block. Well the whole town must be there. I had trouble finding a parking spot. Finally one opened up and I pulled in. When I enter, all eyes are on me. I knew then and there I was definitely overdressed. Most of the customers had jeans and flannel shirts on. In fact so did most of the staff. The only distinction was they were wearing aprons with their order pads sticking out and the women had their pencils stuck in their hair. “Candy, come sit here,” someone in the crowd shouts. I look around at the direction of the voice and see Billy Bob standing and waving. I walk over and slide in the booth next to him, happy to see a familiar face. “Did the delivery go well? Dad wanted to deliver it to you himself. He wanted you to have a taste of life here in our little town. Where personal touch is very important.” “Yes, everything was great. Your father is a very kind and ...