James Barton - Incest neighbors

Once inside, he pulled off his coat and tie, hung them in the wardrobe and mixed himself a light drink. Closing the drapes to the balcony then, Paul turned on the stereo and sat back to wait for Gilda’s “merchandise”. He felt the excitement well in his cock as he recalled the last time he had called the woman and as the minutes dragged on, he recalled the scene and felt his impatience grow as his prick grew rigid inside his pants.

Paul was on the verge of calling Gilda when he heard footsteps outside the apartment. He swallowed thickly as the sound of the key turning came to him then the door opened and Paul Carter leaned forward, his mouth agape as his drink slipped from his fingers and spilled onto the thick carpet.

“Mister Towne!” Trish Carter exclaimed, a look of abject horror on her lovely young face.

Paul was speechless as he recognized his neighbor’s seventeen-year-old daughter. He shook his head slowly from side to side, then he found his voice and stammered huskily, “for God’s sake… what are you doing here?”

Trish wore a look of equal confusion as she held up the key, looked around the apartment; she fished a piece of paper from the pocket of the short denim jacket she wore, and as she read it, she shook her head again. She handed the slip of paper to Paul, who read: TERRACE SWINGLES, APT. 2C, Mr. Towne.

“Uh… Jesus, Trish… I don’t know what to say to you. That is, I’m afraid there’s been some mistake.”

She took the slip of paper back and nodded as she spoke in a low voice, “A typing mistake. Gilda hit the ‘R’ instead of the ‘T’ and obviously I didn’t recognize the name, Rowne…”

“You that is, Gilda sent you?”

The girl raised her eyes to meet his. “Does that shock you, Paul… that I work for Gilda.” She shrugged. “A lot of the girls do. Where else would all you dirty old men get playmates?”

The words were offensive to Paul, but her tone of voice was not, and he swallowed back his apprehension as she moved closer to him and reached out to run her hand over his crotch.

“It seems we both have a little secret to keep, doesn’t it?”

Paul felt the girl’s hand on his prick, and it twitched involuntarily as she took hold of it fully, then pressed her lush young body to his.

“I… Jesus, Trish…I couldn’t… I mean.”

“Face it, Paul-every girl is someone’s daughter. You play, you pay. Me, I play and I get paid.” She lifted her face to his as her pert young tits brushed his chest, and she smiled as she added: “Besides, I’ve schemed on a way to get you to myself ever since we moved in across the street from you!”

Paul looked down at the beautiful young girl, and as he did, a vision of her mother passed through his bead. Christ! he thought, I’ve wanted to fuck her mother, and she’s so much like her it’s unreal.

He touched her cheek and as Trish closed her eyes slightly, he lowered his mouth to hers. The kiss sent chills of electric fire through his brain and body, and the realization that this girl was his neighbor’s daughter-and the friend of his own daughter-sent a new excitement through his prick.

Closing his arms about her, Paul probed her mouth with his tongue and felt her press against him. He could feel the nipples of her tits as they stiffened against his chest, and as his prick grew beneath her experienced hand, he knew he was going to fuck her. Regardless of who she was, how old she was or the fact that he was paying for the privilege, he was going to fuck her!

As their lips parted, Trish shrugged out of her light jacket and smiled up at the handsome older man. “Gilda told me you were into bondage, Paul…” She paused, and as she sensed his embarrassment, she looked about and added, “I dig it myself.”

Paul heard her words, but it was difficult for him to believe. How could this girl know anything of his desires, much less like them, too? But as he looked at her, he realized he had misjudged the new generation-first Judy with her brother Tim, and now this.

Paul took hold of her arm and pulled her to him. “You do, do you?” he asked as he guided her to the couch and forced her to sit. “Well just see about that!”

Quickly, Paul produced several silk scarves and before Trish could register protest, he had blindfolded her, bound her hands at the small of her back and was standing over her looking down in triumph.

Taking hold of the girl’s face in his hand, he asked her sternly, “How long have you worked for Gilda, Trish?”

The girl whimpered and shook her head. “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about. Please untie me, I promise I won’t tell anyone… I promise!”

Paul felt his excitement rise. Evidently, Gilda had briefed the girl and she was acting out the role just as he paid for it to be acted. “I’ll untie you,” he told her, “but not before I’m through with you!” and he pulled down the zipper of his pants slowly.

“Please!” Trish begged. “Don’t hurt me. I’ll do anything you ask and I promise not to tell. Just don’t hurt me!”

Hearing the girl beg that way made Paul ache to fuck her, but she was his for two full hours, and he was going to make the most of it. He freed his prick from his pants and told her, “I’m not going to hurt you-providing you do exactly as you’re told…“ He moved forward and rubbed the head of his prick across her face.

Trish jerked her head backwards and whimpered again, “You… you’re a sex fiend… you’re going to rape me… Please don’t make me do anything like that!”

Paul laughed deeply and reached out to take hold of her head with his left hand as he continued to rub the tip of his swollen prick over her face. He rubbed it over her cheeks, then her lips and nose, and as the knob opened at the end and a small drop of pre-seminal fluid glistened there, he forced her mouth open and told her, “Lick the head of my prick, you little bitch’ Lick it!”

“No… noooo!” she cried as she felt the huge head of his prick against her mouth. “Don’t make me do that! Don’t make me suck you off!”

“Open your goddamn mouth before I slap the shit out of you!” he yelled, forcing the head of his prick into her mouth as she gasped for breath. The moment he shoved his cock past her lips, she began to struggle lightly, and he was forced to take her head in both hands and hold it firmly. Then, as she struggled, Paul shoved forward with his hips and forced more of his rod into her mouth.

“Suck it! Suck my cock until it comes, then drink my jism, you little bitch!”

Trish felt Paul’s prick slide into her mouth, and she ran her tongue around the head. The bondage trip excited her, and she found herself playing out the role with no difficulty. In truth, she did enjoy men who liked her tied up. It was both terrifying and exciting to be bound and blindfolded, then forced to commit sex acts with older men without being able to do anything about it. She opened her mouth more and began sucking Paul’s prick as his grip on her head tightened. She felt her own cunt juice begin to flow as her passion built.

Paul looked down at the lovely teenage girl as her mouth ovaled obscenely, and he forced more and more of his prick into her throat. He pulled back thou, and as his prick popped out of her mouth, he bent forward and kissed her fully and passionately, she returned his kiss with equal passion, and a new thrill went through her as his hand closed around her cunt and squeezed roughly through the thin material of her blouse. He pinched the nipple and bit her lips lightly, and Trish let out a little cry as his tongue entered her mouth and his other hand moved along her naked thigh beneath her skirt. She wiggled, trying to keep his hand from between her legs, but as she struggled, he forced her knees apart and slipped his own leg between them, keeping them open as his fingers moved over her panty-covered cunt-mound.