J Watson - Hot bed daughter

He bent down and she felt him sucking on her neck. Suddenly he bit her on the neck like an animal. She realized that this was exactly how he was going to treat her like an animal. He was going to be savage.

"Fuck me," she moaned. "Put your cock inside me and fuck me. Please. It feels so good!"

"That's the way I want you, bitch," he said. "I want you begging for my big prick. I want to hear you beg!"

"Then I'm begging you," she moaned. "I'm begging you for your big cock. I want you to fuck my pussy!"

She realized that anyone could have heard her loud voice if they'd been passing outside. She didn't care. All she could think about was how good his big prick was going to feel. She knew she was acting like a cunt, but that didn't seem to matter.

She knew it was exactly how he wanted her to act.

She felt him changing position. She felt his huge cockhead pressed against her pussy hole from behind. He gave a hard, thrust and she felt his thick prick stabbing into her cunt. His prick was not as big as her father's, but it filled her. She felt him pull back and then stab deep into her cunt a second time.

"Fuck me," she whispered. "That's what you wanted. You wanted to fuck me. Now fuck me hard!"

He started to ram her cunt. He had lost control and she didn't mind that. She could feel his hands squeezing her titties even more roughly as he thrust his big cock into her steamy cunt.

"That's what I want," she gasped. "Oh yes, give it to me like that!"

He wasn't being slow anymore. He was using his prick like a battering ram as he almost drove her into the desk with every stroke. She could feel his rough cockhead splitting apart her cunt lips with every savage stroke.

She closed her eyes and let herself drift with the delicious feelings. His cock felt so hard slamming into her. She liked the feel of his balls slapping against her with every stroke. They felt so heavy and cum-filled.

She could feel his cock getting thicker and she didn't want to be left behind. She knew he wasn't the kind of cocksman her father was he didn't have the experience to keep from coming until she did. Besides, he was too excited at getting hold of young pussy.

She let herself go with wild pushes back against his cock. She really got his cock deep, and felt the first of her juices flooding his cock.

"I'm coming," she screamed. "Oh yes, you know how to fuck me. You know how to use your big cock. Use it on me, baby! You're making me come! You're making me fucking come!"

She screamed again as savage spasms shook her body. She pressed herself a little closer to the desk and rubbed her tits against his hands. She hadn't thought she would, but she was enjoying getting fucked like this.

"I'm going to shoot it in your face, bitch," Craig said. "I'm going to shoot it in your face, just like your father did to my wife!"

Craig pulled his cock out of her pussy. She didn't have to be told. She turned around and he forced her down to her knees. He grabbed her by her hair and made her lift her face up to his cock.

"Now lick and jerk it off until I come in your face, you cunt," he said. "Do it!"

She wrapped her fingers around his swollen cock and she immediately knew she wasn't going to have to play with it long. She could already feel the thick throbbing and knew it wouldn't be long before he started coming.

"Sweet bitch," he groaned. "You sweet fucking bitch! Oh shit, I'm going to shoot my wad! I'm going to shoot my fucking wad! Oh shit, you bitch! You bitch!"

She felt a few drops hit her cheeks and she closed her eyes. Then she felt the shower of his cum splashing against her face and cheeks. She kept her hand on his prick and kept working her head up and down to milk every drop. She felt as though she had taken a bath in his cum when she finally milked the last drop.

"You stupid bitch," he groaned. "I'm going to love having you around!"

He wiped his cock off in her hair and then started dressing. She knew she had been dismissed until the next time. She picked up I her panties and tried to wipe off her face and hair. Her hair felt sticky, and she knew she hadn't done a good job. She hoped she didn't I meet any one she knew on her way home.

Linda didn't tell her father about Mr. Wilson. She thought about telling him, but she forgot all about it when she got home that afternoon. The first thing she did was take her shower and change into a halter top and blue jeans. She went looking for her mother and found a note on the kitchen table. Her mother had written that she was shopping and would be home late. Linda felt a sudden pounding in her chest.

That meant that her father was home alone for the first time in a long while.

Linda knew she'd find her father in the studio, but she didn't find him alone. He was doing a camera portrait of a healthy-looking, dark-haired woman. It took Linda a moment to recognize the wife of their banker.

"Come in, baby," Ron told her. "I'm going to be done in a little while."

"Yes, darling," Joan Carpenter said. "It'll give me someone to talk to while your father takes these pictures."

"It'll be over in a little while," Ron said.

"Oh, I hope so," she said.

Linda thought that her father couldn't be having very much fun. Joan Carpenter was certainly no Alice. She was prim and proper.

Her skirt was just the right length below her knees and she wore a brightly-colored blouse that clung to her ripe titties only a little.

Linda wondered about her body. She looked like she'd be good-looking naked. She wondered if her father had ever tried. Probably not. Joan Carpenter didn't look like the type a man would make a play for.

But Linda didn't know what a special kind of person her father was.

"These pictures are perfect," he said. "Perfect. I know they're just the sort of pictures Justin is talking about. But perhaps you might want a few that are extra-special."

"Extra-special?" Joan asked.

Linda caught the gleam in her father's eyes and she knew exactly what he was talking about. She saw him going to his table and taking a heavy, leather bound folder. It wasn't the one she'd seen, but she had a good idea of what kinds of pictures were inside.

Joan took the folder and started turning the pages. Linda watched her face go from a pale, shocked look to one of tingly excitement. Joan was trembling slightly as she turned the pages.

"But these women don't have very much clothing on," Joan said.

"That's the idea," Ron said. "Just think what a present it would be for him if you gave him some pictures like those."

"Not to mention what a present it would be for you," Joan said sweetly.

Linda almost laughed out loud. Joan Carpenter was no fool. She knew exactly what Ron was up to. It surprised Linda that she just didn't get up and leave.

"Come on, Joan," Ron said. "I've seen lots of naked women. It's a job to me. Besides, do you think I'd pull something with my daughter in the room?"

"I guess not," Joan admitted.

"I just thought your husband might like some of these special pictures for him alone. Every man would like to have some professional beaver shots of his wife."

"Really?" Joan questioned.

"You bet."

"Do you think I'd look as good as these women?" Joan asked. "I mean, some of these women look like professional models."

Linda almost laughed again. She could tell that her father had Joan hooked. Linda was also sure that her father was going to do more than take pictures of Joan. Linda knew further that she was somehow going to be involved. Her heart pounded a little faster.

"Certainly you'd look as good," Ron said. "I bet you'd look better than those women."

"You're just saying that," Joan said, laughing. "I'm sure Justin would appreciate them, but I'm not sure he would appreciate you taking them."