The Hot Slut

The Hot Slut
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Sandra wasn’t really a slut. She fucked guys that reminded her of her Daddy, that looked like her Daddy. When she had their cocks inside her mouth, pussy, or ass, she was dreaming it was him fucking her. Why she wanted him so badly, she didn’t know and didn’t particularly care…and the only reason she hadn’t fucked him was because she hadn’t worked up the nerve. He had to know she was fucking around, she hadn’t gone to any great lengths to hide it. Her mother didn’t seem to care one way or the other…she had her own interests, and when Sandra or her stepfather Carl fit into her interests, she included them. When they did not fit in, she ignored them. This weekend she was going to a ‘Women’s Retreat’ starting on Friday morning, and she would be gone until Sunday night. Sandra wondered if Mom had a man on the side.

It was a spur of the moment decision, but she pulled it off pretty well. When her date came to pick her up Friday night, she persuaded him to stay at her house and watch a movie on TV in the living room. He looked like a much younger Carl with his full head of wavy black hair and the unruly forelock that kept falling over his gray eyes. His slim muscular body was so much like Carl’s that Sandra had a hard time keeping her hands off him…and tonight she wasn’t going to. Maybe if she was obvious enough with Terry Carl would take the hint and give her what she really wanted.

Carl sat in his recliner with the newspaper over his lap as Sandra lay on the floor beside Terry. As the evening wore on Sandra touched Terry in more and more intimate ways and they kissed several times. The movie was decidedly erotic, and soon Sandra was massaging Terry’s raging cock openly through his pants. Sandra had arranged herself so that Carl could clearly see everything she did. It took her a while, but she soon had her hands inside Terry’s pants and was stroking him while she watched Carl’s face through the corner of her eye.

Terry seemed worried at first, but when Carl made no objection to Sandra’s blatant manipulation of his cock, he slipped his hand inside her shirt and began to fondle her small firm breasts. Sandra moaned and opened her shirt from top to bottom. She grabbed Terry’s head and guided his lips to her nipples, moaning loudly as he sucked at them. Carl watched every move she made, never saying a word. He knew he should stop her, but her breasts were gorgeous and her hard flat belly sent a thrill through his whole body. His hand slipped inside his pants, and Carl began to stroke his stiffened cock. There was no doubt in his mind that what he was doing was wrong, and that if his wife ever found out about it he was doomed. It was far too late to worry, Carl was hooked.

Just as it seemed as if Carl might say something, Sandra pulled Terry’s hard cock out of his pants. Before he could object that Carl could see them, Sandra had engulfed the entire length of his swollen cock and her nose was bumping against his pelvic bone. Sandra’s eyes were locked on Carl’s.

He was angry, Sandra could see that clearly…but she could also see that his hand was busy under the newspaper. She felt a rush of heat flash through her pussy as she realized that Carl was too far gone to protest any more. Terry’s hips were jerking wildly as he sprayed his thick creamy cum into Sandra’s mouth. Instead of swallowing, which Sandra really enjoyed, she let thick fluid leak from the corners of her mouth and out onto Terry’s bare belly.

Carl watched her closely as she licked up the cum from Terry’s belly, smacking her lips as she swallowed each tongueful. Carl shuddered and came against the newspaper in his lap. Sandra left Terry on the floor and crawled over to Carl, leaning over the arm of the recliner. “Did that make you horny Daddy?” she asked him with a sly grin.

“Jesus, if your mother ever finds out you blew your boyfriend in the living room and I jacked off watching you she would clobber us both!” Carl said, his eyes drawn to her open blouse with her bare tits fully exposed.

“I wouldn’t have to suck Terry’s cock in the living room,” Sandra said mischievously as she reached under the newspaper and brought out a thick glob of his cum, “if you’d just give me what I want!” Her hand went to her mouth and she sucked Carl’s cum off her fingers noisily. Carl’s eyes closed and he grunted as he shot another load against the newspaper.

“You…you shouldn’t tease me like that Sandra…” His cock was still hard, even after cumming twice. What the hell was wrong with him? Sandra was his stepdaughter for god’s sake.

“Who’s teasing?” she asked, standing up and making sure the edges of her shirt were widespread so that he would get a good look at her tits.

Carl could see her hard naked belly and the unfastened button at the top of her jeans. She leaned over him and the unfastened sides of her shirt hung down straight. His eyes bugged out as she made sure he got a closer look. “Just tell me that you want me and I’ll send Terry home.” She laughed as she looked over at her now snoring friend. “He won’t be any good for me for another hour or so anyway!”

Carl helplessly reached out to touch one of her small, firm breasts, and Sandra moaned and leaned into him. He moaned deep in his chest. “I…I want you,” he croaked.

“That feels so good Daddy,” she said with a small shudder, “that’s what I really wanted.”

He looked at her questioningly. She reached under the newspaper and grabbed his still erect cock.

“What I want,” she said, “is for my Daddy to fuck me silly, Terry was just a way for me to bring it out in the open.” She gave his cock a tug and straightened up. “I’ll be right back Daddy, keep that hard for me!”

It took only a few moments to wake Terry and send him on his way. As she came back across the room from the front door, Sandra took off her clothes until all she had on was a wispy pair of black panties.

She stopped in front of Carl and hooked her thumbs in the panties, pulling them to her ankles and kicking them away. She raised her arms and crossed her hands behind her neck. Sandra’s nipples were hard above her hard flat belly, and her mound was shaved. “Will you fuck me Daddy? Will you feed me your cum? Will you fill my pussy and my ass with your sweet cum?”

She was a wet dream come true, and Carl was speechless as she ripped the paper from his lap. Kneeling before him, she unfastened his pants and tugged them down to his ankles. Without waiting to take his pants off completely, Sandra leaned forward and took his swollen cock into her mouth. Carl’s sharp intake of breath was audible in the quiet room, as were the smacking sounds of Sandra’s sucking.

“Oh Jesus baby girl this is so wrong!” Carl exclaimed…but he didn’t try to take the swollen member from her mouth. He watched her lips on the taut skin of his penis and wondered that he wasn’t spewing into her hungry mouth already.

She pulled her mouth off his cock. “I want your cum Daddy,” she said excitedly, looking up into his eyes. “I’ve wanted it for a long time. When I’ve got what I need, Daddy, I’ll do anything you want…anything you’ve ever dreamed of, you can do it to me. You don’t know it yet, but I’m a very bad girl!”

Carl caught his breath. Surely she didn’t know his secret desires, she couldn’t know how many times he had masturbated to the image of his hard cock entering her bare sexy ass. She couldn’t possibly know of his yearning to hear her talking dirty, egging him on as he fucked her…or could she? He had never mentioned it aloud, not even to himself.

He stood and removed his shirt, his cock deep in her throat. Kicking his pants off his ankles, he grabbed her head and began to fuck her mouth. Sandra loved it, he could tell by the moans coming from her chest and the way her nails dug into his ass cheeks as he thrust deep into her throat.

Taking his thick cock from her mouth, she gasped for breath and then hissed at him. “Pull my hair Daddy, fuck my mouth, treat me like your little slut!” She licked the glistening head of his raging cock.

“That’s what I am Daddy, I’m your personal fuck slut, I belong to you and you can do whatever you want to me!”

She opened her mouth again as he grabbed two handsful of her hair and began to fuck her mouth mindlessly. Sandra choked and gagged but he paid no attention, he just thrusted brutally into her welcoming mouth. She was crying and choking, and she was now cumming almost continuously. Sandra had never felt to horny. When he came, she glued her mouth to his cock as he pulled hard on her hair. She continued to suck him long after the last drop of his cum was already in her belly.

Sandra grabbed his hand and led him upstairs. “I’ve dreamed of this every day,” she said almost shyly. They were in her room, and she bent over the arm of the upholstered chair by her bed. Spreading her feet wide, she pulled her ass cheeks apart. The puckered rosebud of her ass seemed to wink at him as she teased it with a middle finger which slipped easily inside her. “I want to feel your cock in my ass Daddy,” she whispered hoarsely. Carl looked around her dressing table, wondering if there was something he could use as a lubricant. She asked him what he was waiting for and he told her.

“We don’t need any lube Daddy,” she said, wiggling her ass delightfully at him, “I like it rough!” Carl hesitated just a second before she hissed at him. “Just pull my hair and fuck me in the ass Daddy, it’s what I want!”

He grabbed a hank of her hair and centered the tip of his cock on the puckered ring. Sandra was shivering with anticipation and he could see the ring expand as she pushed against it. “Now Daddy, please!” The ‘please’ was long and drawn out and there was no doubt about what she wanted.

Carl took a deep breath and pushed easily into her ass. Her moans were low and animalistic as she pushed back against his probing organ. “Yessssss…” she screamed, “fuck my ass Daddy, fuck it hard!”

He buried his cock in her ass and pushed hard as he pulled her hair. Sandra went absolutely wild, bucking and yelping, a steady stream of gutter talk issuing from her sperm covered lips. The harder he fucked her, the harder she thrust back against him. “Oh god oh god oh god!” she yelled, “fuuuuuuck!”

The dry heat and the heaving body of his personal slut was too much for poor Carl, and he again erupted inside this tiny woman. The hot splash of his cum in her ass sent Sandra over the edge yet again. She shrieked her pleasure with each hot squirt. The two stumbled to her bed and fell on it panting. In moments they were asleep in each other’s arms.

Carl awakened to the sight of Sandra’s firm belly undulating over his midsection, his cock firmly buried in her tight pussy. Sandra rocked blissfully, her eyes rolled up in her head as she ground her swollen clit on the top of his cock. She didn’t seem rushed, and she seemed to be truly enjoying herself.

“God Daddy this feels so good,” she said, lying down on his chest, pressing her small breasts against his skin. “I could do this all day.” Her hips moved in small circles on him, and in spite of the lazy movement, Carl felt his balls contract as his orgasm approached.

“I’m going to cum baby girl,” Carl whispered as he strained to hold it back.

“Good,” she whispered back, “I want to feel it shooting inside me!” She hunched on him as if she was doing the fucking and was rewarded by the splash of hot cum against her pussy walls. Her quiet moan of pleasure was the only sound in the room.

Sandra lay flat on her belly, her ankles crossed and her legs bent at the knee and her feet in the air. She gazed at her stepfather more than fondly, one hand supporting her chin and the other hand idly stroking his belly. “I’ve wanted that for a long time,” she said.

Carl grinned at her. “You are an amazing woman…I haven’t been so turned on since I was a teenager. I have to admit to being puzzled though…why me? You have all the attention you need from your boyfriends…”

“Have you noticed anything odd about my boyfriends Daddy?” He nodded no. “You haven’t noticed that they all look a lot like you?” Carl thought for a moment, and then he began to blush.

“I’m so much older than you, I just don’t understand how I could turn you on.”

“I’m different Daddy, I’m wild and I have a vivid imagination. There’s something about you that drives me wild…there is absolutely nothing I wouldn’t do to excite you.”

The conversation was headed in a direction that made Carl decidedly uncomfortable. He couldn’t help himself. “Anything?”

Sandra grinned at him. “Anything Daddy”

Carl was breathing hard as she put her lips to the tip of his cock and kissed it. “Would you have liked watching me fuck Terry?” Carl nodded. “How about watching me eat another girl’s pussy?” Carl gulped and nodded again. “I’ve done that Daddy, right here in this bed.” She patted the comforter.

“Who?” Carl croaked, his cock swelling. Sandra took the whole tip in her mouth and gave it a good suck. When she lifted her head, she named several of the friends she had made love to in this room.

Carl’s cock was raging at this point. “I really love eating pussy Daddy, but there’s one thing I like better than anything else…”

She was stroking his cock with her hand now, the tip held tightly against her cheek. “What’s that?” he rasped, his mouth so dry now he could hardly speak. His back arched and he spewed into the air only once before her sweet lips covered the head of his erupting cock. She swallowed it all, and then licked the excess off his belly before looking up at him.

“I like sucking your cock best of all!”