Tom Allison - The naughtiest daughter

Lisa knew that she was unusually horny. She'd been jacking off several times a day ever since she could remember, and almost all her dreams were filled with the images of men's big cocks, swollen with blood and dripping their cum juices all over her body. She needed a good hard cock for real now, and it was obvious that Mark wasn't the boy who could give it to her. She needed someone else.

Like an older man. A wanton blush colored Lisa's plump cheeks, and she felt her hair-fringed pussy getting hotter than hell. As Mark lay beside her, she thrust her hand between her thighs, lazily finger fucking her moist cunt slit as she dreamed of the man who could satisfy her.

Yes, an older man. Maybe thirty or forty or fifty, someone with some miles under his belt, someone who knew how to really give a teenage girl the fucking of her young life. Lisa smiled. She knew just where to start. Bill Peters, the owner of the small gift shop where she worked after school. He was forty-five or so, old enough to be her father. But if he could still get a hard-on, that was plenty young enough as far as she was concerned.

"I must say, Lisa, it's pretty hard to concentrate on our inventory with you running around in clothes like that."

Lisa smiled and kept her eyes fastened on the stack of boxes in the corner of the stockroom, turning her head so that Bill Peters wouldn't see her giggle. It was now five p.m. the next afternoon, and if she had doubted it before, it was now obvious that her plan to seduce her handsome middle aged employer was proceeding quite nicely. Peters had been staring at her all day, ogling her lushly revealed body in her tank-top and skin-tight Levi's. But this was the first time he had made such a remark. It was no wonder. There, were no customers left in the gift shop, and closing time was in another fifteen minutes.

"A t-shirt like that and such tight pants!" Peters continued easily. "Honestly, Lisa, it's a wonder our customers were able to concentrate. Do they really let you go to school like that?"

"Times have changed, Mr. Peters," Lisa replied. She carefully placed a box on the stack and turned to face him. "Everyone's liberated today, didn't you know? I could go to school dressed any way I like."

Bill grinned wolfishly back at her and paused, brazenly admiring the mouth-watering swell of her heavy tits as they jiggled firmly beneath the sheer white fabric. He was a very handsome man for forty-five, with a tall, strong frame and the square jawed good looks of a movie star. Shamelessly Lisa lowered her eyes and glanced at the bulge in his pants. The shaft of his cock was big and rock hard.

Lisa could literally see it throbbing in his pants. She smiled to herself, knowing that it wouldn't be much longer before she had his cock out and was sucking it hard.

"Not just any way, Lisa," Peters murmured huskily. "I mean, perhaps the girls don't have to wear the frilly blouses and long skirts they did in my day. But I don't think the administrators of Central High School would be very happy if you showed up for your classes naked."

"No," Lisa said, laughing deliberately as she stepped closer to him. "I'll wait till I get here for that."

"Oh, I don't think my customers would like that, Lisa," Peters said teasingly. "In case you're not aware of it, this is one of the more prosperous stores downtown. Some of my customers are rather elderly. I don't think they'd appreciate being waited on by a naked check-out girl, do you?"

Lisa paused before answering. She knew that the door of the stockroom was closed behind them, and that no one could walk in on them if they began fucking wildly on the stack of boxes in the center of the room. But she didn't want to take any chances. For several seconds she waited, listening for the sound of customers in the main part of the store. When she heard none, her smile became open and expectant, and she stepped so close to Peters that he could feel her breath on his cheek.

"Well, maybe they wouldn't like it, Mr. Peters," she said huskily. "But I'll bet you wouldn't mind, would you?"

"Oh, I don't know, Lisa," Peters rasped. He licked his lips and again glanced at her gorgeously curved tits, the stiff nipples protruding noticeably through the cotton top. "I mean, I've never seen you naked, have I? I'd need a demonstration."

"Do you want to see me naked, Mr. Peters?"

"Oh, I don't… I don't think I'd mind… doubt I'd mind very much."

Lisa couldn't wait any longer for her boss to complete his nervously stammered sentence. The lips of her lust-swollen cunt felt as if they'd burn through her body, and her heavy tits ached for the older man's sucking. She needed his dick immediately. Smiling salaciously, the horny teenager stepped back and undid the clasp of her tight blue jeans. Then in a few practiced movements she flung her clothes away from her, revealing the smooth tanned flesh of her naked body.

"Oh, Jesus Christ!" Peters muttered.

"How do you like me now, Mr. Peters?" Lisa purred hotly. She cupped her rounded tits in her hands and hefted them, displaying their firmness. "Do you think your customers would like my body? I know you do, Mr. Peters! I can see that big boner in your pants!"

Peters was apparently so crazed with excitement that his helplessly babbling lips seemed unable to utter a single clear word. But the meaty length of his prick did all the talking for him. The shaft of the older man's cock was pulsing violently in his slacks, obviously much thicker and just as long as Mark's had been.

Lisa stared at his big tool, licking her lips as she admired the shape of the spongy head. Then she knelt on the floor before him and quickly pulled down his zipper, groping in the opening for the hot length of his rod.

"Oh, Lisa, oh, Jesus… you better get up and make sure that door's locked!"

"I don't give a shit, Mr. Peters. I just want to see your big cock!" Lisa squealed hornily. Giggling, she clasped her fingers around the blue-veined trunk of his organ and pulled it out. "Oh, Jesus, your dick is huge!" she gasped. Lisa held the steel like meat of his tool tightly in both hands, milking it up and down, staring hungrily as thick droplets of cum cream drooled out of his cock's shiny reddish head. "Oh, fuck, you're cumming all over the place! Let me suck it, please!"

"The door," Peters babbled. "Check it… oh, Christ… the door!"

But Bill Peters' nervous babbling was lost to both of them. Lisa grabbed his pants and pulled them swiftly down, leaving the older man naked from the waist to the knees. Then she opened her mouth wide and lowered her head over the jism-glistened head of his twitching prick. His gushing cum juices tasted good in her mouth, and she swirled her tongue hungrily around his cock's bloated knob, eagerly drinking up the constant flow of his cum.

Peters gasped and thrust his throbbing cock into her mouth, encouraging her to suck his dick that much harder. Immediately, Lisa began to suck and lick and kiss his pulsing rod as hard as she could, working on his swollen prick so feverishly that her cheeks caved in and her whole face flushed red with the effort of the sucking.

"Unngghhh!" Peters gasped. "Harder! Oh fuck, is that good… suck my dick harder! Jerk it off! Jerk it! Unngghh! Ungghh, Jesus Christ!"

Lisa sucked Peters burningly stiff organ with all the loving force she could muster. The thickness of his raw-skinned dick pushed her lips apart to the bursting point, making her look as if she were trying to swallow a cucumber whole. The mushroom shaped head of his tool throbbed against the back of her mouth, and it felt so huge that Lisa thought she might gag. But still the horny teenage girl continued to suck and suck.

Her hand tightened around the twitching shaft of his enormous fuckmeat, jerking his rod off into her mouth. At the same time she began to wantonly he eye her head frantically back and forth before him, shamelessly fucking her eager mouth with the swollen hardness of his cock.