A Damaged Teen Slut (Ch.3) - Sex Stories

A Damaged Teen Slut (Ch.3)

... from his laptop illuminating his face, and his cock in his hand. Her mouth is agape as she smirks, hearing the faint sound of the porn on his laptop. Emmy continues to look on, the tip of her left index finger between her teeth as she smirks, loving the sight of her best friend's forty-something year old father jerk off. Mr. Howard is transfixed on the computer screen in the dark room as Emmy continues to watch. Her heart thumping with anticipation and excitement, she quietly gets down on her knees and begins to crawl towards him, just out of his line of sight in the dark room. She crawls on her knees towards the back of the laptop, behind the table it sits on. It's high enough for her to crawl under. Mr. Howard still doesn't notice as he looks into the screen, everything else in the room pitch dark. Emmy carefully crawls slowly, inching forward. "Hi, Mr. Howard." She says softly, as casual as any time she's greeted him over the years. "What?!" Mr. Howard perks up in a panic, jumping back into the couch as he looks down, seeing Emmy's face as she reveals herself. Immediately, Emmy goes in to put her mouth on his cock, the excitement and adrenaline pumping through her. She can't help herself. "Oh my fucking god..." Mr. Howard exhales in amazement, looking away as hangs his head back, feeling her wet mouth on his cock. "I can't believe this is happening." He whispers in astonishment, his jaw dropped. Under sober circumstances maybe he'd be more responsible in this scenario ...

... but that isn't the case. "I heard you with your wife and thought I could give you what you need..." Emmy says softly as she takes her mouth off his hardening cock. "I always liked you a lot, Mr. Howard. You deserve better than her, you deserve to be pleased..." She purrs in a lustful tone, biting her lip as she looks up at him innocently. "Just call me Brian, sweetie." He says, his mind racing, wondering if he's dreaming . "I'd rather call you daddy." She giggles innocently as she smiles up at him. "I always looked up at you as a father figure..." She says softly between soft, gentle kisses that she plants on the side of his cock. "Is that right?" He smiles devilishly as his eyes are glued to the sight of her small hand holding his cock while her soft teenage lips kiss his cock. "You have no idea how fucking hot you are, sweetie. This is a dream come true. I can't believe this is happening." His voice trembles slightly. He can't count how many times he's jacked off thinking about Emmy. The fact that she just said that she wants to call him daddy and she looks up to him as a father figure drives him crazy with lust as his eyes roll back. He can't remember ever being this turned on as he continues to feel the sensation of her lips kissing his cock all over. Emmy giggles up at him as a sort of affirmation, her eyes looking up into his as she leaves a long, gentle kiss on the underside of his cock head. "I just want to make you happy, daddy." She nearly moans in her soft, horny ...