Harry Stevens - Daughter_s new, hot family

"Hey," she said, improvising, "there's something in it for you, too, if you want it!"

"Such as?" he asked dryly.

"Same as Andy's been getting," Kitty boldly replied, ready for anything at that point. "Me!"

If she'd expected her boldness to cause any cracks in John Branch's armor, however, she was mistaken. But, she supposed, she'd have been disappointed her father if he'd lost his elegant cool.

"Well," he smoothly said. "it looks like your timing is excellent, young lady. Just happens that my wife is out of town for a few days and perhaps something can be arranged, if you're serious."

"But how serious are you?" Kitty asked brashly, continuing to awe herself. "I'm looking for a lot more out of this than only a few days!"

"Ah, smart girl!" John Branch chuckled. "Also just happens that I'm looking for a new mistress. A nice, young one who knows what a man like me expects from her. The last one didn't. She wanted more than being kept in a first-class apartment with all expenses paid. Made the mistake of forgetting that I'm also, shall we say, a happily married man. At least, that is, on paper."

"A scandal would ruin the president of the bank in this town, huh?" Kitty asked cannily.

"Precisely," John Branch said. "Must say, you have quite a good head on your shoulders, my dear. However, if you're interested in applying for the, uh, position, what counts most is what you have between your legs!"

"Is the door locked?" Kitty asked.

"Certainly. I'm not the kind of man who leaves things to chance. The rest is up to you. You're either woman enough to take advantage of my offer, or you're not."

Kitty smiled, at her absolute sexiest, and began to strip.

"Yes," John said, "I like your breasts. Very nice. A most pleasant appetizer before the main course!"

"You mean you like my tits," Kitty bluntly replied. "Not my breast, my tits!"

"Ummmmm, you're a sassy one, aren't you?" John Branch said, expressing his approval in his tone of voice. "I like that in a young woman. Something a man misses in his wife after a marriage passes a certain point."

"Ready for the best, for last?"

"Definitely," John Branch said in his usual, understated way.

Kitty had saved her pussy for the final impact. So now, wriggling out of her jeans, she left her panties between her gaze and the treasured cunt between her legs.

"I just love showing it off!" she said. "You'll see why!"

She slowly peeled her panties down, with John Branch expecting her cunt-bush to appear. When her panties fell to the floor, he was staring at a completely hairless cunt which could have easily belonged to a much younger girl. But John Branch seemed as composed as ever. "So you shave it, do you?"

Rattled by his outward lack of passion, Kitty pouted. "Don't you like it?"

"Quite the opposite, my dear," John Branch answered. "The fact is, when I take up with a young woman, I insist on her cunt being utterly smooth. Which means, you arrive on my doorstep already having passed the first test. Now, if you don't mind…" He left his chair. "I'd like to taste you!"

John Branch backed Kitty over toward the couch. He still hadn't touched her, but his commanding gaze made her spread herself beneath him. As quickly as she could do so, she was all cunt on him.

"Yes!" John panted, his voice rippling with emotion for the first time, as his eyes feasted on Kitty's bald cunt. "This is what makes the difference for me. Mast men are the same way, somewhere inside them, but. I'm man enough to admit it!"

"What's that?" Kitty whispered, fingering apart her hairless pussy-lips for added persuasion.

It was a subject of importance second to none for John Branch. He gulped out his words, revealing his very soul after having played the part of Mr. Cool for so long.

"Every man," he said, "dreams of his very own little girl. One who looks up to him like he can do no wrong. Do you know what I mean?"

Kitty was sure she did, answering, "You mean, like his own daughter?"

John Branch nodded, then wistfully sighed. "I missed out on the real thing when it was mine to have. Never mind how… main thing is that I've been trying the best I can to make up for it ever since."

"Are you trying to tell me," Kitty asked, "that when you fuck somebody young enough to be your daughter, that's what you make her be in your mind – your daughter?"

"I can't help it!" John Branch said. "And the younger my little girl looks for me, the more I want to do for her. Know that I can't risk anyone under a certain age, but I can buy the next best thing to the real thing. And, damned if you aren't as close to what I'm after as I've ever seen!"

Kitty knew that she could do no wrong as long as she just followed her natural instincts, so she urged, "Then eat me, Daddy. Heat me up by eating my smooth pussy until I cum in your mouth!"

"Ahhhhh, yes!" John Branch murmured, then knelt beside the couch.

His face was swiftly between Kitty's open thighs. His tongue went for her cunt, and licked her pussy from the clit at the summit, to her asshole a notch below her juicy cunt-hole.

"Mmmm, so sweet!" he moaned after his first lapping taste. "My own real daughter couldn't have a sweeter cunt!"

"Would I be cumming for you next, if I was her?" Kitty asked.

"Please, baby, please!" John Branch croaked.

"Then suck it, Daddy, suck my cunt for all you're worth! Close your mouth all over my cunt and taste what happens!"

Kitty bucked her crotch. As John's lips sealed her pussy-lips and his tongue shot up her puss slit, she climaxed on the spot.

"Oh, that's wet!" she orgasmic ally moaned. "Such wet, wet cumming, Daddy! I'm cumming so wet Daddy, it almost feels like I'm pissing in your mouth!"

John Branch was in the mood for more. His tongue withdrew from the depths of Kitty's cunt. His probing tongue tip found a much shallower, tinier, but equally crucial opening – her piss-hole.

"Daddy," she excitedly asked, "am I wrong, or do you really want me to go ahead and piss in your mouth?"

The tip of his tongue poked her piss-hole without let-up, making his kinky desire as obvious as possible.

All Kitty wanted was to please the father whom she'd never known before. So, bearing down from within, she gave him what he craved – hot, steaming piss.

He took her piss down his thirstily gulping throat. If it had been anybody else drinking piss, Kitty supposed, she might have been turned off by such a bizarre act. But with her father, anything that gave him pleasure did the same for her. As she pissed for him, she was simultaneously thrilled by a fresh orgasm.

"Oh, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" she moaned as he drained her pissing, cumming pussy. "I never knew it could be this good with anybody! A girl's just fooling herself if she thinks anybody's better than her sweet sugar daddy. Oh, just listen to me go on, and you haven't even actually fucked me yet!"

John Branch lurched up from Kitty's cunt, slobbering with her piss and cum. "I'm ready… do you want my hard cock in your bald, young pussy now?"

"More than I've ever wanted anything in my life!" Kitty cried urgently. "Fuck me, Daddy! Please, you've just got to fuck me right away!"

"Yeah!" John Branch said hornily.

Kneeling before Kitty, he dropped his pants. His throbbing hard-on was every bit as big as Andy's.

"Oh, hurry, Daddy, hurry!" she pleaded. "Hurry up and put it into me!"

John Branch took aim. He separated Kitty's pussy-lips with his cock-head nudging between them. Then, once he'd made contact, he lunged full speed ahead.

"Mmmm, this is what I need, Daddy!" Kitty yelped, her cunt abruptly hilting his cock to the balls. "Now pump it! Pump your cock in me. Back and forth. In and out of my pussy!"

To help her father, Kitty wrapped her legs around him and rocked him in the cradle of her thighs. His cock responded in her cunt with jerking rhythm, with the male-female friction.