1. Jake Part XVIII - Creative Anachronism


    Date: 3/18/2016, Categories: Sex Humor, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: WriterJim, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Thank you all for being such faithful readers. I love interacting with my fans! If you want to read these faster, please go to my post on voat: https://voat.co/v/TimeStop/comments/138397 I post there first, Reddit second, and here last because it's harder to get to through work firewalls and it has that long wait time for posting. After all the excitement and sunshine at the beach, Jake wanted to go somewhere cool and relaxing. Petra agreed with him about the heat, but had other ideas about the calm. “Anyplace is calm and peaceful for us,” she argued. “You can make the world quiet whenever you want!” “I suppose that’s true enough,” Jake conceded, kissing her neck and adjusting his grip on her hips to pull her in tighter. “Mmh, Daddy, right there,” Petra moaned, squeezing Jake’s waist with her thighs and clenching her pussy around his throbbing shaft. “Can we go to a club tonight?” Jake leaned back a little to look up at her, letting her move herself back and forth in his lap again. “Why a club?” he asked. “Because I can’t get into any. I’m not 21. I wanna sneak past the bouncer and have some fun.” Jake smirked. “You mean sow chaos.” Petra grinned and winked at him. “Who, me? I’m an angel, a paragon of virtuous behaviors!” Jake slapped her ass, causing her to squeal and grind down harder on his lap. “You, Pet, are the Daughter of Disorder, the Avatar of Anarchy.” “Shoosh! Don’t say that so loud,” Petra said, clasping her hands behind his neck and beginning to bounce up ...
    and down on him. “I don’t want these people to hear!” Jake looked around at the frozen cafe. “It’s pretty unlikely they’ll hear,” he said, nodding at the other patrons and the waitress. “Even if they did, I suspect they’ll forget when her blouse pops open and her skirt falls down.” Petra grinned. “She shouldn’t have given you that dirty look for being with me,” she said, reaching over to the counter to grab the waitress’ bra and panties and shove them into Jake’s bag. “Serves her right. Now please, Daddy, stop teasing and fuck me into that countertop.” The darkness of the club was pierced by colored spotlights and moving lasers. Or it would have been, had anything been moving. Petra pulled Jake along by the hand, weaving between frozen dancers as she explored the place. “Just look at them all,” she mused, turning around. “Who should we play with first? The bartender? Or maybe these dancing girls?” Jake frowned. “Petra. We shouldn’t ‘play with’ anyone who hasn’t earned it.” His daughter pouted, but he continued. “We have to be- holy shit.” Jake stared, blinking a couple of times but not believing what he was seeing. Petra moved to his side. “What is it, Daddy?” she asked. Jake pointed. “Those two.” He laughed. “What are the odds?” There by the bar, each holding a drink and apparently chatting over the silent music, stood his two favorite nemises and victims. Marta, wearing a tiny purple dress with a neckline that dipped low between her globelike fake breasts, and Mala, in a ...
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