Jason Cannon: Hot for daddy

"How do you want it, honey," the girl said, "suck or fuck?"

Ted Fuller paused with his thumbs in his shorts. God, he thought, why did they always have to be so crude? But, what the hell, if you go to a massage parlor to fuck a whore, Ted surmised, then my whore should act like a whore.

"Well?" the girl said.

"Doesn't the massage come first?"

"Jeez, you mean you really want to go through all that shit first?"

"I want to get my money's worth," Ted smiled.

"Okay, what the hell. Strip down and get on the table." Ted pulled his shorts down and kicked them off. "Wow, mister, this trick might be fun! How do you get all that in your pants?"

Ted looked down at the hose-like cock hanging between his legs and chuckled. It was true. Even limp, his dick was nine inches long. And hard, it expanded to a thick, even foot. Often, even fucking a seasoned prostitute, which he did often, they would go wild over his meat.

"You're not so bad yourself," he said, crawling up on the table and stretching out.

And she wasn't. She had called herself Natalie when he had picked her from the four girls standing around the waiting room. She had looked the youngest and the least callous of the lot. She was tall, with loose, thick chestnut hair, wet with perspiration where it tumbled around her wide, athletic shoulders. The tanned, fleshy swells of her tits were almost spilling out of the deeply plunging halter top. Between her thighs the curly abundance of her pubic hair protruded around the tight shorts covering her cunt. The shorts were so tight on her that some of the material had crawled up into her pussy crease.

"How old are you, Natalie?"

"You a cop or are you writin' a book?"

"Just wondering, that's all."

"You really wanna know?"

"Young," she murmured as she began to knead and stroke the sleek, hard muscles of his lower back.

Ted winced. Jesus, he thought, she's only two years older than my daughter, Carrie.

Fucking her would be almost like fucking my own kid! But he quickly pushed that thought from his mind. He had thought of it before much too often. Each time he saw Carrie running around the house in just her bra and panties lately, his mind had started wandering and his cock had started swelling.

Natalie gently ran her hands over the cheeks of his ass and giggled as they twitched. Her fingers deftly explored his asshole and glided on down to fondle his balls. Then one hand dived between his legs and grasped his cock.

"Shit," she cried, "you ain't even half hard yet!"

"You haven't got me worked up enough yet."

"Well, honey, I'll just take care of that. Turn over!"

Ted rolled over onto his back as she backed away a few steps from the table and started removing her clothing. Slipping off her halter, she let it slide off her arms.

"Beautiful tits," Ted said, his eyes fixed on the enormous white globes that bounced like two heavy, fleshy melons on the girl's chest.

"They're big enough to swallow up that telephone pole cock, of yours!" she laughed, and undid the clasp on her tight-fitting shorts. She pulled the zipper down a quarter of an inch, teasing him. The shorts were molded to her body like a second skin, accentuating the sensually rounded bulge of her cunt and her ripely formed buttocks.

"Wanna see more?"

"You want my meat hard, don't you?"

She glanced at the enormity of his swelling cock as it crawled up his belly toward his navel. "Jeez, I don't know if it gets any bigger… jeez!"

She removed her shorts and panties. Her pubic fur was thick and richly hued, like the hair on her head. It was so thick, Ted could barely make out the puffy lips in the center. His cock kept growing.

The girl then uncorked a bottle of oil and poured the sticky liquid in her palms. Bending down slightly, she rubbed the oil on his chest in a smooth, circular motion, kneading his hard pectoral muscles and spreading the liquid down over his rib cage, swirling it against his stomach.

"Mmmm, you really know how to do it," he rasped.

As the girl continued her expert massage, she looked down at his thickly bulging cock. God, she thought, it was big all right! It was going to be fun teasing him until he couldn't stand it any more, until it swelled and jerked with desire!

Her hands began massaging his hips, reaching over to the hollows of his buttocks, kneading and squeezing the strong white flesh.

Ted's eyes were riveted on her luscious breasts as they swayed delightfully above him. If she kept this up he was going to come before he even had a chance to get inside her.

She was moving toward the foot of the table, spreading the sticky oil all over his thighs. "I think you're ready," she cooed.

There was almost an expression of relief on her face as she obediently crawled up onto the table and crouched between his thighs. His monstrous dick was at its full length now. It bobbed in her hand a full foot above his hairy groin. She would much rather suck that big thing than take it in her pussy. At least if she sucked it, she had some control over how much he could force her to take!

Or at least she thought so.

She began stroking the rigid pole of flesh with one hand. She lowered the other and began to massage her own belly lightly with her fingertips, teasing the softness of her pubic mound, then trailing lower between her legs. Her finger rubbed in a slow, even tempo, teasing her cunt and her moist cuntal slit.

Unlike her sisters in the business, Natalie actually enjoyed fucking different men all the time. And she liked coming with them. She could never get enough comes in one day to satisfy her hot pussy. That was one reason she had gone into the whoring business.

Watching the young girl finger her own clit made Ted even hotter. He swallowed hard at the sight of her manipulating her cunt, darting her middle finger in and out of her soft, hair-lined pussy. She eased herself up onto the table between his legs, still finger-fucking herself, and seized his cock again, stroking it expertly. She pressed her body against his, forcing him back onto the table.

"You gonna fuck it or not?"

"You better believe it, lover," she hissed. "But don't you want a little lovin' along with it?"

She began to trail her soft, moist lips along the side of his neck, into the hollow of his throat, down along his chest. She nuzzled the rigid buds of his nipples, rolling her tongue back and forth across one and then the other. Then her mouth trailed down across the girth of his well-muscled belly. He groaned at the sensations her lips were sending through his body and thrust his hips down hard against the padded table top. Her fingernails scratched lightly over his throbbing cock, over his balls, reaching under his body to probe the puckered ring of his asshole, then retracing the path back to his aching prick.

"Jesus, hurry – suck it!"

She kneeled on all fours now, poised between his widespread thighs, her head lowered almost to the tip of his upthrust cock. She tickled the blood-engorged flesh lightly with first one hand, then the other, then both.

Suddenly, Ted realized what the little bitch intended. She was going to get him off without fucking him or sucking him either one!

"Hey, what the fuck… if I wanted a hand job, I wouldn't have come here!"

"Just relax, lover," the girl smiled, stroking his meat harder. "I'm just getting you ready."

"Bullshit!" he roared. "I'm ready!"

He tugged at her waist and flipped her over onto her belly before she could wriggle away from him.

"Hey, wait a minute," she said fearfully. "Let me suck you off!"

"Wait, shit!" he gasped his face a mask of anger.

He forced her into a kneeling position, pushing her head down into the table pad. Her buttocks were waving wildly in the air, naked and exposed to his lustful cock.