Jake's Magic Remote, Part XIV - Just Rewards - Sex Stories

Jake's Magic Remote, Part XIV - Just Rewards

... little step forward and leaned into her. Danica felt his cock first probing and then spreading the lips of her opening. She looked down and held her breath, watching as it started to slide into her below her little patch if short brown hair. Jake moved slowly, but steadily, easing his beautiful cock into her empty passage. Danica pressed her palms to his chest, curling her fingers and digging her nails against the hard flesh there. She felt herself stretching ever deeper, and finally Jake bottomed out within her, with more length to spare. “Jesus christ,” Danica moaned, “It feels so real…” Jake smiled down at her. His cock twitched inside her, sending jolts up her lower spine. She realized suddenly that her bra was gone, and one of his hands was caressing her exposed breasts. Then Jake pulled back. No, not pulled back. He blinked back instantly, leaving only the head inside her. Danica felt her vagina snap closed around the empty space and gasped in shock, then moaned again as Jake once more slowly eased into her, this time stopping a little deeper as her body shifted things to accommodate his length. Danica whimpered as Jake once more shifted instantly back out of her. “Please,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around him, “Please don’t tease me.” Jake slid into her a little faster this time, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to trap him inside. “What do you want?” Jake asked gently. Danica stared up, suddenly embarrassed again. “Don’t you… know?” Jake ...

... nodded. “I do. I’m part of you. But we both know you should say it first.” Danica bit her lip. “Collar me,” she said quietly. “Please, sir, collar me and make me your bitch.” Suddenly, wonderfully, Danica was on her front, bent over her desk. Her pussy was on fire with pleasure as Jake drove his dick into her again and again, no longer teasing. Something was pulling at her neck, and she realized it was a leather dog collar. Jake was holding her leash,tugging it to keep her back arched while he used her. Jake had been more than a little surprised when Danica had admitted her fantasy. It had certainly been a bizarre highlight of his life to walk to the nearest pet store and bring back a collar in her size. But hell, you never could tell who was and wasn’t kinky, and who was he to judge anyway? He’d been fucking his own daughter, after all. Danica started moaning in time to his thrusts, clenching tighter around him. Her thighs were pressed against the sharp edge of the desk in a way that had to hurt, but she made no attempt to push away from it. She gripped at the far edge of the desk, white-knuckled, crying her pleasure as she came again. In fact, Jake realized as the hot wet feeling slid down his thighs, she came hard enough to make a mess. He made a note to maybe lay a towel down in future, reaching up and gripping her shoulder with his free hand. “Good girl,” he praised her, pounding his hips up against her ass even faster. He could feel her womb starting to give way to him, and ...