Don Scott - The hottest wife

"Daddy, I've really been wanting to talk with you," I said, pretending to innocently drop my hand on his thigh. "You see, things haven't really been going so good between Jeff and myself. It's… well… it's sort of embarrassing to talk about it, but you're my daddy, so I guess it's okay."

"Go ahead, dear. You can tell me anything."

"Daddy, it's my sex life with Jeff. He doesn't like to do it very often and when he does he doesn't let me do anything but lie there like, a zombie. I like to move around, you know, and do things with my mouth. You know, put his cock in my mouth, and so forth. Well, Jeff doesn't let me do anything."

"It sounds like Jeff and your mother would get along just fine. She doesn't like to do much of anything when we're in bed, either. I've pleaded with her countless times and all she does is tell me that I'm a sex fiend."

"Daddy, I knew that a man like you would understand my problem." I slid my hand a little higher up his thigh and he caught my wrist. "I thought you said that…"

"It doesn't make any difference what I said! I'm sure that you're pretty frustrated by now, but you'll just have to work this problem out with Jeff. This is one problem that your father shouldn't try and solve himself." Daddy took a big drink of wine and gave me a stern look. One I hadn't seen in years.

"But Daddy," I said, intentionally brushing my tit against his arm. "I don't know how much longer I can stand it. I've been thinking of going to the bars and just picking up the first man who talks to me. Now wouldn't you rather I come to you with my problems than some total stranger?"

"No, this is definitely wrong. I won't let you do…" he said, cut short when I squeezed his balls through his pants. He closed his eyes, obviously fighting with himself. It didn't take much thinking to figure out that Daddy hadn't gotten any pussy in a long time, or a good blow-job in an even longer time. Besides, I didn't get to suck off either Steve or John so I was thirsty for spunk.

"Just be cool, Daddy," I purred, rubbing my tit against his arm. "Just sit there like nothing is happening and we'll both do each other a great deal of good."

"When you were a little girl I used to think about this. Your tits were so big, even when you were just thirteen or fourteen. Damn it, Amber, it's been years since anyone has actually reached out and grabbed my cock."

I unzipped his fly and took his prick out. It was a nice size, neither very big nor very small. I squeezed it and pulled the foreskin back as I felt it twitch and grow in my fist. Daddy slipped his hand under my arm and squeezed my thigh, pulling my uniform up just a little to feel my nylon-clad leg.

"Daddy," I whispered, "I've got to suck your cock."

"Wait until we get to my hotel room," he replied.

"No, I can't wait that long." I moved my hand over his solid shaft, smoothing a drop of pre-cum over the head. "It's dark in here and the tablecloth goes almost to the floor. If I get under the table no one will see me."

"What if we get caught?" Daddy asked, pulling the hem of my uniform up even higher so that he touched the top of my hose and a little bit of naked flesh.

"I don't care! I've got to have it!"

There weren't a lot of people in the restaurant and none were sitting very, close. I picked my ass off the seat, pulled my uniform up, then hooked my thumbs in my panties and jerked them down to my knees. No one appeared to notice the rather odd movement, so I worked my legs together until my panties were at my ankles. Bending down quickly I picked them off the floor and handed them to Daddy.

"Take these," I whispered, wrapping my fingers around his lusty cock again. "You can keep them to remind you of this evening."

Daddy picked up his napkin and stuffed my panties in it, then held it to his nose, pretending to be dabbing at his mouth. I checked the waiter and the other customers and when no one was looking, I slipped below the table. Daddy straightened out the tablecloth, hiding any evidence of what I had done.

When I finally got a chance to see the cock I had been stroking, I was even more pleased. Daddy's cock was perfectly shaped, like the pricks on Roman statues. It stood out through the fly of his pants, hard and hot.

I got to my knees between Daddy's thighs, touching the rod with the fingertips of both hands. It quivered and throbbed just inches from my lips. My daddy's cock – I was finally going to suck my daddy's cock.

"I love you, Daddy," I whispered, loud enough for him to hear but no one else.

"And I love you, Amber. Let's go to my room and we can do this right."

"Later, lover. Later…" I flicked my wet, pink tongue out, frisking it around his rod just under his cockhead. Taking it in my fist, I licked the drooling crown like an ice cream cone, not missing the smallest portion of cockhead. When the rounded tip was wet, I took my hand away and licked down the underside of his tool to his zipper.

I hiked my dress above my wet snatch and began to rub my hot clit as I took Daddy's cockhead between my lips. Downward I pushed, taking his cock to the back of my mouth. My tongue rubbed tenderly against the smooth flesh as my middle finger pushed between the fleshy folds of my pussylips.

This was incredible for me. In the morning I'm happily raped by two men, then in the evening I get to suck my father's cock. Just thinking about the cock in my mouth belonging to my father got me even hotter, caused my snatch to get even wetter. I tensed my lips around Daddy's shaft as I engulfed more of his rod in my mouth. When my nose was pressed against his zipper I tightened the suction on his tool while jabbing a finger faster into my twat.

When just the head of Daddy's cock was in my mouth, I jerked on the shaft at the same speed I fingered my hot pussy. If I timed things right Daddy's balls would explode at the same time my clit released all the tension and passion in my body. Daddy's cock pulsed in my mouth as I tongued him feverishly, speeding his eruption. The palm of my hand was wet with cunt juice as I worked it between my cuntlips.

"Is there something wrong with the lady?" the waiter asked.

I released Daddy's cock from my lips as my heart pounded nervously. Would they call the police? What would happen if the press ever found out that a daughter was sucking her father's prick in a public restaurant?

"No! Nothing's wrong!" father stammered.

"I dropped my contact, I think," I replied from below the table. It took a little bit of wiggling around but I finally got back in a sitting position next to Daddy. "I'm practically blind without them," I added to the waiter. He looked at me with unaffected distrust.

"Oh… I see," the waiter said. "Would you like me to get you a flashlight?"

"No, that won't be necessary," I said, feeling pretty fucking foolish. "The damn thing is probably broken by now. It always happens."

"Yes… of course. You needn't explain. The management will thank you to stay above the table or we'll have to ask you to leave."

"Yes, I can understand your misunderstanding of this whole silly thing," I said, trying my best not to sound stupid and failing miserably. Both Daddy and I gave a long, low sight of relief when the waiter left.

"I told you we shouldn't have done this in public. I shouldn't have let you do anything at all."

"Now Daddy, let's not second guess ourselves. I need your cum and you need a blow-job."

"Fuck, I was almost going to cum," Daddy whispered, finally showing me his dazzling smile.

"I've got an interesting idea for an after dinner drink," I said, filling my glass half-full with wine. Though the waiter was keeping a close eye on us, when he turned his back for a second I put the glass below the table.

"What the hell are you doing?" Daddy asked.

"Jack yourself off in my glass. If I can't suck you off, at least I'll be able to taste your cum."