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It was Friday and Sandra couldn’t trust herself. She had been on edge all morning, her body alive with the anticipation of seeing her father again and what might happen. The pool boy knocked on the door as he usually did, hoping for a peek at her, but Sandra just waved him around to the side. Her pussy was hungry and she knew that in her state she was susceptible to any temptation.
Packing up the containers of prepared foods, she set them in her car and headed for her Junior League meeting. ‘Appearances must be maintained’, she thought to herself. ‘Otherwise who knew what might happen? She might be revealed as the kind of woman who did lewd things with her father. Oh the horror!’ She giggled at the thought.
When bitchy, snobby high school girls grow up and marry rich men they don’t suddenly stop being bitchy snobs. They form clubs that allow them to spend their husband’s money in ways that they can pretend is solely for the good of society, but really it’s so they can turn their noses up at those women who are beneath them. Some women, desperate to be IN will do anything to get in good with these women, much to their ultimate dismay.
Deborah Charles was a beautiful black woman. Accomplished in many ways, a real addition to the Junior League of Hidden Acres when she moved to town about four months ago. The only problem was Deborah sensed there was an inner circle and though she’d been trying for months, hadn’t found a way to make her way in. Sandra could see Deborah coming from a hundred miles away and so could every other woman in the club.
Elaine Austin, the chair of the Junior League, had been toying with Deborah and that made Sandra worry for the newcomer, but not enough to warn her. Elaine was old money in Hidden Acres and she had a mean streak that scared many of the women.
Sandra was invited because of her husband and his last name, Wainwright. She knew it added clout to the organization to have her there, so she had accepted at Dave’s urging. They donated money, never more than Elaine and her husband Stewart, attended the gala’s and parties, but it wasn’t something she couldn’t live without. None of the ladies in the group who had grown up in Hidden Acres had been her friends when she was younger. She was one of the undesirables they had looked down upon.
At the end of the meeting she stood up and smoothed her short skirt, preparing herself for her visit with her father. A smile crept across her face and she felt the flutter between her legs again. Placing her sunglasses on her face she looked about and saw that Elaine was watching her closely. With a smile, she turned to the door.
“Sandra? Wait a minute, please.” It was Elaine and though she wanted nothing more than to run out, she knew she couldn’t do that. Taking a deep breath, she spun around and found Elaine standing in front of her.
Elaine Austin was the epitome of southern beauty. Sun bleached hair, high cheekbones, smoldering eyes set off by full lips she always painted a deep red. Her figure was out of a magazine, well a magazine men and boys liked to buy. Her hourglass figure filled out dresses that made straight women want to be a guest in her bed. (Sandra’s grandmother used to say if a dress didn’t make your man want to take it off of you, it wasn’t doing it’s job.)
“You’re looking flushed,” Elaine said. “Making another visit to the office today?”
“The office?” Sandra’s chest suddenly felt tight and her heart began to beat rapidly. She fought back the panic and tried to appear calm.
“Darden and Bullards? Where your husband works?”
“Oh, yes, of course,” Sandra replied, but she couldn’t help but wonder how Elaine knew she’d been there recently.
“My daughter Becky works there. She covered for the receptionist last week and said she’d seen you come in for a quick visit with Dave.”
Sandra felt herself blush, not realizing that her comings and goings were of interest to anyone. If she wanted to keep a secret it was better to give Elaine a different tree to bark up.
“Well, a wife has a right to check up on her man unexpectedly, doesn’t she?”
“Of course! Maybe I should take a page from your book and check up on Stewart once in a while. Thanks for the tip Sandy.”
“It’s Sandra. It’s always Sandra. It’s never Sandy.” Sandra set her jaw and her face heated with the demeaning slight.
“Oh, my faux pas, please excuse me,” Elaine continued. “Somethings changed with you, Sandra,” she put emphasis on her proper name, relaxbet güvenilirmi “and I think it’s wonderful. You are finally coming around to the Hidden Acres way.”
“The Hidden Acres way.” Those were words she’d heard her whole life and had never fully understood it’s meaning. It was a phrase the powerful families, like Elaine’s, used to separate themselves from people like Sandra. And Deborah Charles.
Elaine waved goodbye with her fingers and then she sauntered back to a group of the women who were still chatting. Sandra grabbed her bag and walked out of the building, her stomach and her mind in knots.
As she drove to her parents she began to recall last week’s visit and before long she had let the encounter with Elaine slip from her mind, replaced by visions of what might happen today. The fire in her pussy was already building.
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“Hi mom!” Sandra said, letting herself into the house as she balanced the stack of plastic containers carefully.
“Oh hi dear!” Her mother beamed brightly as she leaned forward for a kiss on the cheek.
“Well you look absolutely wonderful, mother,” Sandra could see a bit of color in her mom’s cheeks and she was dressed in more than just a house dress and robe for once. “What’s gotten into you?”
“Oh, your father has been so wonderful this week! He made a picnic and we went to the lake and fed the ducks.” Edna smiled broadly, just pleased with herself.
“Well I’m so glad to hear that. It looks like it’s done you wonders.”
“It has. I’ve never slept so soundly and when I wake up I’m full of energy.”
Sandra packed the food in the freezer and then returned with her stack of empties to the living room. They chatted for a while and then a coughing fit overtook Edna.
“Maybe you should take it easy,” Sandra said with concern.
“Tell your father that,” Edna said with a chuckle. “He thinks I’m fifty again! Why don’t you go visit with him so I can catch a nap.”
Sandra laid the afghan over her mother and then watched as she drifted off to sleep. A minute later she was heading to the study, a flutter in her tummy as she remembered what she found last week. Knocking on the door, she pushed it open and poked her head in.
“Daddy? I’m here.”
Earl turned from his computer and looked up at her. His face was vibrant and looked years younger, almost childlike. There was a sparkle in his eyes and Sandra could guess what that was from.
“Mom seems really happy. She must have enjoyed the picnic.”
“And the ducks,” Earl said. “We were there most of the afternoon on Wednesday.”
“You’ve made her so happy, you take care of her so well.” Sandra leaned over and kissed his cheek wetly. Her blouse fell open and she wondered if he would take a chance at a peek. Giving him a few extra seconds to peep, she straightened up and glanced at his lap. Licking her lips, she reached down and placed her hand on the obvious lump in his slacks, “Mmmm, now I think that it’s time I take care of you.”
Brushing her soft honey hair past her ear and over her shoulder, Sandra started to kneel on the carpet before him, but he stopped her.
“I want to show you something,” he said, his eyes glinting like a devilish imp. He gestured for her to sit on the edge of the desk and then he clicked on a web browser on his computer. Sandra watched with bated breath as a movie started up.
“Is this your favorite?” she whispered hotly in his ear.
“One of them,” he answered, blushing. “Do you still want to watch?”
“Yes, more than anything, dad.”
Sandra felt the flutter in her stomach again, wondering what kind of porn her father would play for her today. She choked back a laugh at the thought of watching dirty movies from the internet with her own father. Never in a million years would she have guessed that she’d be doing this and on top of that, LIKING IT!
The picture on the screen was of the entryway of an old mansion and a woman in a beautiful gown walked into the scene. Her blond hair was curled beneath a willowy hat decorated with white flowers. A moment later an older man in a tuxedo came up from behind and he wrapped his arms around her as he began to kiss her neck. She took his arms off of her body and she spun to face him. It was obvious something was keeping them apart, but they couldn’t fight their needs.
The pair began to kiss and he led her to the stairs and she moved a few steps ahead of him. Looking over her shoulder, the woman lifted her dress revealing that she only wore relaxbet yeni giriş stockings, her luscious ass bare for him to fondle and paw. Within seconds the man had pressed his face between her legs and the camera shifted to a close up view of his tongue lapping at her cunt and teasing her clit.
“Oh my,” Sandra whispered, shifting closer to her father and leaning forward. In her new position she reached down and resumed stroking her father through his trousers. The heat of his excitement burned through the material and she couldn’t wait to get a hold of him properly.
“Just wait,” her father said, his breathing becoming ragged as his excitement mounted.
Sandra watched as the starlet sat down on the steps facing her lover, and spread her legs wide. Using two fingers, she spread her lips and then pulled them man between her thighs by the back of his head. Another close up of the man licking her gash and Sandra couldn’t help but feel her own body react instantly.
The man licked her pussy until she came loudly, something her father really enjoyed and then the man fed her his beefy cock. Sandra could feel her father’s cock was rock hard as the man pushed the head past the actresses painted lips. At last the woman stroked his cock until he came all over her face.
“Do you want to see another?” her dad asked. Sandra was ready for her own pussy to be looked after, but she agreed when she saw his excitement.
The next video also had actors with glamorous costumes and impeccable makeup. Sandra wondered if her father had selected videos with her in mind. The video last week was not nearly of such high quality.
Sandra undid his trousers and pulled his cock free, unable to wait any longer. She spit in her hand, the most unlady-like thing to do outside of the bedroom, and took hold of him, once more amazed at the heat and hardness of his flesh.
Once more the actors performed oral sex on one another to completion and Sandra noticed the theme. “Dad, do you like these because the woman is sucking on the man’s cock?”
“Well, not just that,” he said bashfully.
“Do you like that the man licks the woman’s pussy?” He nodded and she felt him throb in her hand. “Do you miss doing that to mom?”
“She never let me do that,” he whispered. “She said it was too dirty.”
“Did she ever give you blowjobs?” He shook his head and he looked away.
Sandra’s head was reeling. She never would have guessed that her mother was so prudish. Her stomach twisted in knots at a thought that formed in her head and she bit her lip with nerves. “Would you like to kiss mine?” she whispered softly.
“I couldn’t,” Earl answered, but it was plain on his face that he wanted nothing more.
Sandra let go of him and scooted back onto the desk, pulling her skirt up. As the smooth flesh of her legs and thighs were revealed her father couldn’t look away. At last the material was bunched up at her waist and her knees were spread, revealing her panty covered pussy, the soft blond hairs about her sex damp. Hooking a finger in the gusset, she peeled back the soft fabric and revealed her pink slit, slippery with excitement.
“It’s okay, daddy,” Sandra cooed. “Just give it a kiss. Just one little kiss.”
Earl was visibly trembling as he moved his body forward, his head dipping down to plant his mouth on his daughter’s cunt. She could feel his hot breath on her soft inner thighs and goosebumps raised up on her skin as she waited for his lips upon hers. At last he kissed her petals, inhaling deeply and moaning loudly in response. A surge of delight washed over Sandra and she felt herself become even wetter.
“Lick me, daddy. Use your tongue and taste me,” she encouraged.
He followed her directions and he lapped at her gently. Sandra writhed on the desk, her hips gyrating to move her pussy around his mouth, to reach the places that ached. She whined and whimpered as her father did little more than tease her. A powerful need to cum was building inside her and yet her father was barely making contact.
‘This is for him,’ Sandra thought, ‘but fuck! A girl can only stand so much!’ Unable to take it anymore, she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him hard against her hungry pussy, demanding his love.
“Lick me! Lick my pussy, daddy! Make me cum with your mouth. Unggh!”
Earl seemed to shed his worry about hurting his daughter and he began to slurp and lick at her slit like a man dying of thirst. Her grunts and squeals gave him confidence and he revelled relaxbet giriş in the taste of her womanly essence. He found her clitoris, stiff beneath a soft hood and he batted at it gently with the tip of his tongue. He knew he was on the right spot when her squeals became higher pitched and she panted ‘Yes!” over and over.
Finally, with trembling thighs Sandra let go of him and lay back on the desk, her hands groping at her tits desperately. Her hips thrashed up and down as her father’s face was buried between her legs. Arching her back, she gave out a loud cry and she came all over her handsome dad’s tongue.
Earl backed up slowly, not wanting to stop, but sensing she needed to recover. After her breathing steadied, Sandra pushed herself into a sitting position and gave her father a sultry, satisfied smile.
“Oh fuck. Poor mom never knew what she was missing.” Leaning towards him, she kissed him deeply and then moved on to suck all of her wetness from his cheeks and chin. When she had finished she pushed his chair back to make room for herself as she knelt between his legs.
Her father’s cock was straining for the sky and angry red. By the looks of him, he wouldn’t last long, which didn’t bother Sandra in the least. Right now she needed his cum and couldn’t wait any longer. This wouldn’t be the slow tease he’d given her, she didn’t think he’d be able to withstand it.
“You don’t have to,” Earl said suddenly, worry on his face.
“Have to?” Sandra asked huskily. “Have to? No, dad, this is my treat. I’ve been waiting for this all week.”
She dove on his cock, bathing it with her tongue to make him slick and then she pressed the tip of him against her lips, relenting just enough to let him enter her blazing hot mouth tighter than any pussy he’d ever felt. His thick shaft filled her mouth, her drool bathing him as her tongue stroked him from the underside. Her pussy ached in envy, but Sandra knew that Dave would give her a good fucking later, so her cunt would just have to be patient.
The sound of her father’s guttural groans filled her ears with an unholy hymn and her whole body was electric with desire. She could feel his heart pounding through his cock and knew that at any moment she would be rewarded. Working him in and out of her mouth, she fucked his cock with her lips, drawing out his impending release.
With a final groan he came. Hot, sticky, salty seed exploded from his cock. Much more than last week she could tell right away! Gagging for a moment, she pulled back and let his spurting continue, collecting it all in her mouth. She swished her tongue back and forth, urging the last drops to come forth.
At last Earl slipped from her mouth, his cock softening quickly. Sandra looked up and waited for her father to open his eyes. When he did, she opened her mouth to show him the white, frothy load of jizz he had given her. Closing her mouth, she swallowed it lewdly, wiping the corners of her mouth to get the last remnants, she licked her finger clean.
“Oh fuck, baby,” Earl growled and pulled her up. His mouth was upon hers quickly and he kissed her deeply. His tongue pushed past her lips and she wondered if he could taste himself on her.
“Wow!” Sandra said. “I wasn’t expecting that is all. Most men don’t kiss a girl after coming in her mouth.”
“You kissed me after,” Earl said in explanation.
“It’s not a bad thing,” Sandra assured him, kissing his lips gently. “Just most guys are averse to tasting themselves.”
“Well, I’m not most men,” he said, as if it should have been obvious.
“You’re right. You’re my dad.”
“You shouldn’t say that,” Earl said, his mood turning dark and he looked away.
“Stop it,” Sandra said with authority. “Look at me.” She waited until he looked into her eyes. “I love you. We’ve done nothing to hurt anyone.”
“But don’t you feel guilty about doing this? And with me?”
“If I was doing this with anyone other than you, I’d feel guilty. But doing it with you feels right and it doesn’t fill me with guilt, not in the slightest. Do you feel like you are cheating on mom?”
“A little,” Earl admitted. “It’s not like we can have a physical relationship any longer. I should accept that.”
“Nonsense. You take care of mom, I’m taking care of both of you. Just in different ways.”
Sandra gave him a hard look, daring him to contradict her. At last she smiled when he gave her that devilish smile.
“I waited all week for you. I found the videos, but I wouldn’t do anything. I kept hoping you had meant what you said.”
“I can tell!” She smacked his arm playfully. “You could give a girl some warning, you know? I thought I might drown!” She hugged him close then after letting go she said, “Next week, show me the videos you like, not the ones you think I’ll like, okay?”