Don Scott - Daughter_s hot home movies

For Symphony Baker life was one beautiful game that she played at. Her father had built an empire out of a small lumber company. Her mother was the queen of the social circles. And Symphony enjoyed the wealth she had with the kind of lust that one wouldn't normally associate with such a young woman. But Symphony wasn't a normal woman by any measure. Her body turned every man's head when she walked by, and Symphony knew it.

She was young and sexy and appreciated the attention and affection of dozens of men.

Symphony's body wasn't the only thing about her that appealed to men. She also possessed an extraordinary mind and was capable of calculating vast figures in her head when other people were busy tapping at adding machines. Symphony was one of those rare women of brains and beauty, determined to live life to the fullest.

In the hot summer afternoon, Symphony felt her cunt tingle pleasantly. Somehow it always tingled, particularly during the afternoons and late evenings. Those were the two times during the day that she really needed a strong cock to satisfy her strong, lusty needs. Symphony's body – her tits swelling out to a full thirty-eight inches, her waist narrowing to a mouth-watering twenty-three inches, her hips flaring out to thirty-six inches – had little goose bumps all over it. Her hair, jet black and hanging to her ass, swayed as she pranced about the room.

"Got to find someone," Symphony murmured, looking around her bedroom, wondering where she could go to find a hard cock to fill her mouth. She was dressed in her usual at-home apparel: black silk panties, black silk hose with matching lace garter belt and a lacy bra. Seldom did she wear anything more than that at home. When her parents were around she would put on a robe, but that was the only concession she made. Silk, she would confide to her mother, made her skin feel like it was continually being caressed by a man's gentle touches.

Symphony flipped the switch on her stereo system and instantly the room was filled with a popular rock song. A voice, hoarse and sexy, spilled out the words: "If you want my body and you think I'm sexy, come on…"

Symphony's incredible mind was particularly tuned to electronics and engineering. Her bedroom reflected her interests in both sex and electronics. Large speakers were suspended in all four corners of the room. Tucked into the wall was a television that she had rigged up to work off remote control. She pushed in a cassette in the specialized system and pushed the remote control. Soon, on the screen of her television, an image became clear. A young woman, looking vaguely like Symphony, was lying on a bed. Also on the bed were three young men who were eagerly feeding her their cocks.

As Symphony watched the television, her fingers crept under her panties, slithering through her thick, curly bush. She scratched her clit with her long, red-painted fingernails as she stared intently at the screen.

The young woman was on her back with one man kneeling between her legs. His cock, big and hard, was gliding smoothly into her snatch. Squatting on both sides of the woman's head were the other two men. She held their cocks in her hands, first taking one cock into her mouth, then the other. Symphony watched the look of sheer passion on the woman's face and her mouth started to water. She needed to suck a cock and that was all there was to it.

"Ohhhhhhh!" Symphony moaned, sticking her middle finger between her pussy lips, feeling the warmth of her body spreading into her limbs. She watched as the woman's lips stretched over the round cockhead. The actress didn't move her head. Instead, she allowed the man to fuck her face, shoving his cock between her lips, filling her mouth completely before pulling back.

In Symphony's mind, the woman on the screen was actually herself. She envisioned the three men pushing their cocks into her cunt and mouth, envisioned wrapping her slender fingers around their pricks and guiding them to her hot, wet lips. She fingered her snatch faster and sucked on the middle finger of her other hand as if it were a tiny, slender cock.

On the screen the dark-haired actress was really going at it. She was mouthing a cock as though it was an expensive steak and she was famished. Her lips puffed out, sliding along the quivering shank as the man pulled his prick from her mouth, then puckered inward as he jammed his cock back into her.

The actor ramming his cock into her twat was thrashing feverishly between her upraised, parted thighs. His meat slammed full length into her snatch so deeply that his balls, heavy with come, slapped against her ass. Then suddenly the man pulled his cock from her cunt and began pounding on his reddish meat. A moment later several streaks of come splashed on the woman's stomach, leaving white, sticky lines of cream from her tits to her curly cunt hairs.

The woman's eyes were closed and her mouth open as the remaining two actors whacked on their cocks. She fondled their nuts, urging them to give her the jism.

"Give it to me," Symphony whispered, stabbing two fingers into her cunt. "Give me your come!"

On the screen the woman was still waiting for her come shower. And she didn't have to wait long. First one man came, aiming his cockhead at her face as several powerful blasts of come erupted from his balls. The spunk hit the actress on the cheek and trickled down the side of her face to mingle in her hair. Blast after blast shot against the side of her face and over her lips. Even before his balls had been completely emptied, the last actor came. His jism, extremely thick, spurting out in blobs, covered the actress' face.

Symphony dropped to her knees, still fingering her pussy, as she watched the woman's face getting creamed. She gasped for air, her long, silken hair swirling around her shoulders, caressing her distended nipples. The scene was just too erotic for her computer-like mind, and she, too, climaxed. Clear love juice spewed from her cunt, coating her beating hand.

On the screen the woman was still fingering the men's balls. Long lines of come covered her face, one stream going across her nose before trickling down to her ear, another ran from her cheek over her lips. Symphony gasped when the woman licked her lips and smeared the come around her face, using the men's cocks to stir the thick mixture around.

Symphony pulled her fingers from her cunt and licked the salty juices off her hand. Although she had just come, she was still horny. Fingering herself wasn't enough to satisfy her urgent needs. She still wanted a cock to fill her mouth and give her a belly full of come.

She got unsteadily to her feet, pulling her panties up from her thighs, and shut off the music and the television. Walking to her clothes closet, she selected a wrap-around dress made of some synthetic material that hugged her body tightly and hid nothing. It tied at her waist and, by untying the knot, opened up completely, exposing her body.

"I've got to find me a cock," she whispered, putting on the dress and stepping into a pair of high-heeled shoes.

Jack Baker leaned back in his chair and looked about his office. Yeah, he had come a long way in a short time. Just ten years earlier he had been an employee of the lumber company he now owned. Once he had worked with his back, now he used his mind to make his money.

Though he was forty-five, his body was lean and sinewy, not having gotten soft from sitting at a desk. Almost every day he jogged three miles, and he regularly did a hundred push-ups in the morning to keep his muscles bulging in his shirt.

Jack had everything he wanted now. But there was still a fire in him, still a special ambition. The older he got, the more Jack lusted for younger women. When he was thirty, women his own age were fine. But as he slipped into his forties, Jack began to lust for women in their early twenties, even late teens. Rebecca, his wife, had the body of a twenty-year-old, but she no longer turned him on like she once had. At thirty-four, she suddenly became commonplace in his mind. He had fucked her so many times that he knew every curve of her body.