1. My Pizza Slut, Part 2


    Date: 11/9/2015, Categories: Cheating, Author: shootersr9, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

    she screamed but on some perverted level, I silently wished they could because she was making quite a racket. "Oh god, yes... Harder! I'm cumming again. Oh God , fuck me!" Once more we laced the fingers of our hands together and held each other for support, her legs bouncing wildly against my chest as the table started to move an inch at a time towards the wall. The louder she yelled, the harder I banged her until all I could do was call out myself in a groan as I exploded deep inside her! As my juice spewed from my cock, it actually caused me some pain as it exited so forcefully, but it was such an awesome type of sting I wished it would never stop. It was much more intense than I can describe in words as we both shook as one, but the last thing I heard which really pushed me over the edge was when she shouted, "Oh Daddy, I love how you fuck me!" Sometime afterwards I remember hearing a dripping noise and knew without looking that we were creating a puddle on the floor beneath us. I helped Whitney off the table a short while later, taking her in my arms and kissing her sweet lips as we recovered together. It had been a great first time and she actually confessed that she was happier that I'd forced her to wait, instead of indulging in a quickie weeks before. She excused herself, going to clean herself up and I did the same in the other bathroom. When I returned to the front room, I put on my bottoms and noticed her small pile of clothing was gone. Her voice came from the ...
    other room telling me how happy she was that we had finally made love! I whole-heartedly agreed and made sure she knew it as she returned to me dressed and standing on her tip-toes to give me a long, drawn out goodnight kiss that was having an effect on me, even though I so recently emptied myself within her. I walked her out to her car and standing in the driveway I whispered. "Sorry about touching your ass like that," referring to when I'd teased her puckered hole. “I can tell it makes you nervous.” "No, don't be sorry. I liked it," she told me. "I've never, ah...you know, done anything back there before, but it was okay. Oh, and by the way, I didn't plan to call you ‘daddy', it just sort of popped into my head." I assured her it didn't matter and she shouldn't worry about it; I found it erotic! Of course, I didn't let her know just how much it had turned me on to hear her say it, silently hopeful she'd do it again. As I watched her car back out of my driveway her parting words echoed in my ears: ‘Same time, same place tomorrow night, Mr. Z?" Gratefully the following day went by in a blurred mess as I dealt with one problem after another, sometimes all at once. By 3:15 I was ready to lock up and since we owned the company, I did just that. Stopping by my favorite watering hole I sat in the bar sipping a strong drink and chatting with Jay who owned the place. He and I go back a few years so it was always nice to hide in here when I needed to de-stress. He bitched about his kids ...
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