Ken Preston: Hot secretary

"Daddy! What are you doing home? Are you sick?" I felt his forehead. It was very warm. Fine beads of sweat covered his upper lip.

"Judy, honey," he mumbled, "got a strange bug of some kind, but I'll live. Got my medicine right there on the night stand."

A half-empty bourbon bottle and a small pitcher of lemon juice were sitting beside a Kleenex box. He looked up at my bare boobs. His eyes slowly traveled down my body to rest on my triangle of blonde hair that was still damp. He smiled and reached up to give me a friendly little goose.

"It's not fatal. I'll live. Just a slight temperature."

"Slight! You are burning up! Better let me cool that fever with a rubdown. I'll get a big, cool towel."

"Yes, Nurse," he smiled.

I was back in a minute with a king-sized damp towel. It seemed the least I could do for him. When I pulled the sheet off of him, his beautiful cock was half up! When I began my 'treatment', I felt his hand brush between my legs. I was still hot from the testing we'd done at the office. His touch was so loving and gentle that my tell-tale nipples began to crinkle up.

"Judy. I'm sick, not dead," he protested as my hand softly came to rest on his cock.

"I can tell, Daddy," I said. My fingers curled around his thick shaft. I squeezed and pushed down, making his swelling head slide up out of his foreskin.

He groaned and made a feeble attempt to brush my hand away. "You know what playing with your father's cock is called. You better stop."

"The heck with what this is called, Daddy. You love it! Don't you? It will help take your mind off your fever."

"Judy, damn it! You are giving me a hard time! Cut that out, now." But his hand slid up my leg and his fingers slowly stroked back and forth against my silky pussy hair. I got real bold and lay down beside him on his big bed. I blew softly on his swollen cocktip. His hips began to move, thrusting his stiff cock up between my hands, jacking him up and down.

"Your hands feel like your mother's," he murmured. "Oh, hell. Why don't I have the guts to make you stop that?"

"Because you are burning up with a bad fever," I said, stroking him a little faster. I lifted my leg, knowing he would get a beautiful view of my pink cunt lips, moist and eager for whatever he might do to me.

I moved up and over on his fever-hot stomach and brought his cock up to brush against my parted lips. My tongue flicked out and teased around in his tiny pee slit, which was very slippery and twitchy.

"Oh, no. Don't you dare suck on that thing, Judy. This isn't right. Shit! I'm hard as two rocks. Don't nip me that way! Please! That is exactly what your mother did on our first date. She got me so fucking hot! I took her cherry and screwed her so hard she walked with a limp for three days!"

"Mmmmm," was all I said. I had no intention of stopping what I was enjoying so much.

"Damnit, stop that right this minute, Judy," he moaned, but his finger working into my fuck hole told me to go right ahead. My tongue flicked lightly over the sensitive nerve center on the underside of his cockhead. He trembled all over and grew more rigid in my hands. I opened my leg a little more and eased down on his probing finger. He groaned and began to fingerfuck me and run his broad thumb up over my clitty.

"I surrender," he said. "I'm ill. I don't know what I'm doing. I'm going to kiss your pussy and run my tongue in your sugar-sweet cunt until you scream and holler and beg me to stop. Come up over me and spread, you horny daughter."

His blood-filled knob was red-hot in my mouth. I ran my tongue around the rim of his glans. I opened wide and took every inch of his big, juicy tool as far into the hot wetness of my mouth as I could.

"Judy. Have mercy!"

"Do you like this, Daddy? Am I doing it right?" I asked.

"No! You don't know a damn thing about cocksucking. Put it back and keep practicing until I tell you you're getting the hang of it. That will be about two weeks from now. What the hell," he mumbled, spreading my pussy lips and pulling me down on his mouth. "Your cunt tastes heavenly."

I lowered my lips down toward his prick again. "That's what young pussies are for, Daddy. To suck and to kiss. Oooooh, you really know how to handle a hot cunt!"

His thick shaft throbbed as I licked around on the head of it. I ran my tongue up and down the full length, soaking it from tip to base until his tool glistened.

"Am I a naughty girl, Daddy?" I asked him.

"Yes! But oh! Sweet Jesus, if you stop sucking on me I'll… I'll…"

"You will what? Have to fuck me, instead?"

He mumbled something, but his tongue was so far up inside my cunt his words were lost. He spread my cheeks and pulled me open wider and licked hungrily around and around on my asshole.

"At! Yes-yes-yes… do that more. More! Oh, Daddy! Stick your tongue way in there. That's the way. Now… back down and in my cunt again. Bite my clit, please. I'm going to come any second!"

I tightened my lips around his cock, taking it deeper and deeper into my mouth. I felt the blunt head of his prick nudging at the back of my throat. I pumped my head up and down, and his throbbing dick slurped juicily in and out of my mouth. His hips jerked uncontrollably.

"Suck me! Suck me harder, Judy. Oh fuck, what am I saying? Suck that thing harder. I'm going to blow my balls right off!"

I moved quickly before he could stop me. I straddled him, with my hot cunt poised above the head of his hard dick. He came half up off the bed, trying to squirm out from under me. I plunged my cunt down over his erect cock and speared it all the way up into the hot depths of my slippery fuckhole. I bit my lip as his thickness forced my tight pussy walls apart.

"No! God damnit. Get off me! I will absolutely not fuck my own daughter. Uh! Oh, Christ Almighty, what a tight cunt you have!"

He stared up at my flushed face. My tits bounced excitedly. I got a firm grip on his waist and began fucking his cock with longer and faster strokes. His huge shaft throbbed frantically in me. My cunt squeezed him with all its strength. His hands reached up for my breasts as I lurched up and down on his aching rod.

He suddenly flipped me over on my back, his thick boner still stuffed in me as far as it could go. He began pumping his rod in and out of me, his cock shining with my thick love juices.

"You are so fucking good, Daddy!" I moaned, clawing at his plunging ass. His big, hard tool drilled into the tightness of my ripply love-chute. My head rolled crazily back and forth on his pillow. The erotic sound of my cunt juices squishing out around his plunging cock drove me half out of my mind.

"That's the way, Daddy! Fuck the hell out of my sinful cunt! Screw me!"

His big sweaty balls slapped wetly against my ass. The feel of his stiff boner raking against my clit made me grab his plunging ass hard enough to draw blood.

"Oh shit, I'm coming. I'm coming," I suddenly shrieked. Every muscle in my body began twitching as my overpowering orgasm seemed to swallow me.

With one final agonized thrust, he unloaded a torrent of sizzling-hot cum into me. I clung desperately to him as I writhed through my wild climax. We stayed welded together until the very last of his cum had been emptied into my hole. We lay gasping on his rumpled bed while my cunt milked and squeezed and tugged at his softening cock, trying to get even more of his hot gism. But there just wasn't a single drop left.

His big hands cradled my head. He kissed me and nipped at the tip of my nose. "You are, without a doubt, the hottest little cock-fucker who ever cured her father's fever. Honest to God, Judy, I can't believe what just happened – or that I am getting hard again, and this time I really want to screw you. I was holding back, before, just pretending to like it."