Debbie Jones - Daddy And Me

"This is a glass house," I laughed, "I mean… all sides you've got a view."

"Right on top of the goddamn world," he gloated, "now, can I get you something to drink?"

"Ohhh, you might fix me a bourbon and seven, my old standby."

"Bourbon is beautiful," he sighed, "and so are you."

"Why don't we have our drinks in the master bedroom?" he smiled, "it's upstairs, follow me."

I walked into the hallway, with its irregular red brick floor and followed up the carpeted stairway. Double doors entered into his bedroom with a slanting cathedral ceiling, side windows, rising to the sides and the walls of sliding glass door windows before a balcony. Here the view again was tremendous. A white bedspread was hurled back and he pressed a button for stereo to start setting the mood. A fireplace was before the bed, bookcases on the wall, and a color TV.

"You've got it made," I told him, "I've never seen anything like it."

"I hope not; I like to be exclusive," he smiled.

"Ohhhh, golly, what a bed," I sighed as I slumped against the headboard, and sipped my drink.

"Perhaps you'd be more comfortable if you took your clothes off," he suggested.

"Perhaps I would," I grinned.

I quickly slid out of my things, and I watched him undress. It didn't take either of us long. Soon, I saw his naked prick standing up rigidly, anxious.

"Now, we can enjoy the view," he panted.

"Of the city or each other?"

"Each other," he chuckled, "I much prefer your naked body to all those damned lights."

He proved his point when he set his drink aside and wrapped a strong arm around me. I suddenly found myself anxious to illustrate how many thrills I could provide him with. Maybe he'd dig me so much he'd make me a permanent fixture. As I felt his mouth crush against mine, I put my drink down and pulled him to me.

Soon his tongue found mine and we were Frenching. When he slid his tongue out, he smiled, "Baby, I dig you."

"What you gonna' do to me?" I asked him quietly.

"Why, did Gilda tell you?"

"Oh, no, Gilda is sworn to secrecy," I laughed, "guess you've got some real wicked habits."

"They're different," he snapped, "but I enjoy it. I'll give you a couple hundred for it tonight… okay. That'll give Rodney one hundred and you a hundred."

"That crappy pimp," I protested, "if I put out, why should he get paid fifty-fifty?"

"Cause that's the way the cookie crumbles," he said evenly: "You wanna' go through with it?" As I looked at his rugged chest, his strong arms, and his handsome legs I smiled, "Baby, for you I'd do it for nothing."

"I'm flattered," he said casually, "but there's never something for nothing. I learned that a long, long time ago."

"Would you suck on cock?" he asked, a strange guilty, little boy look flashing across his face…

"I'd love to," I nodded. "You've got a good pecker there, lover."

"Nine inches of solid dick," he grinned; "and it's sweet dick too. At least that's what all the chicks who suck me tell me… I wouldn't know."

"I'll find out for myself," I grinned. "That's the girl," he said, starting to straddle me so he could determine a good position for us to fuck in.

"How do you want me?" I asked.

"Well, you just pull a couple pillows down and I'll begin working my rod in your titties and work up to your hot mouth, okay?"

"Groovy."

After getting the pillows arranged beneath my head, I waited for him to thrust his pecker up there.

"Wrap them in titties before you suck it," Dave smiled, as he proceeded to press his penis between my breasts. Kneading them, he gave a few small thrusts.

"You call this a breast fuck, huh?"

"How'd you guess that?"

"Oh, that's easy… ESP; extra sexy perception!"

"Very good," he said in a low voice, as his mind became absorbed with his screw.

Finally he got his pecker close to my mouth.

"Suck on this," lie snapped. "I pulled its huge head to my mouth and started sucking slowly.

"That's good… suck… suck that cock… now, now you're doing it. Keep sucking. Ohhhh, I like that… I like that," he gasped, as he drove it up there.

For a second I thought he'd choke me with it.

"Suck that prick… suck it… suck it, but don't suck it off."

What in hell was he talking about? All the men I'd ever blown demanded I suck it off, but not this one.

It wasn't easy to suck, and yet assure him he'd not shoot his wad. All at once he pulled his pulsating pecker out of my mouth and said, "I'm going to show you something I bet nobody ever showed you before."

"But I didn't finish sucking on it. You never got your gun off."

"That comes later," he said, and I saw he trying to get it down. "Don't look at me so sexy," he smiled, "I almost shot my wad."

When his penis had gone down a little he gripped my head firmly with one hand and pushed his pecker into my mouth with the other.

"Now, you're going to really experience something sexy," he grinned, "my golden shower."

All at once, I felt his hot piss pouring down my throat. A rough look formed on his face his hand-grip grew tighter.

"Swallow it… swallow it," he insisted. I gulped, and cringed as I realized what kind of kinky character he was. After he'd finished pissing, he pulled his penis out.

"Bet you never had that before?"

I remained silent for a long moment. Then, I looked up at him, and told him off. "No, and I sure as hell won't do it again. Keep your golden shower, fucker."

"Don't get difficult," he snarled.

"I am not being difficult," I replied quickly. "But you'll pardon me if I tell you frankly I hate your guts, won't you?"

"Get out," he demanded, "get the hell out and never come back… I don't need a porno picture cunt to tell me my way of enjoying sex is sick."

I didn't say another word. I got off the bed, and went into the bathroom and hastily gargled. I thought I'd vomit thinking about what I'd done.

"Oh, I'm sorry I snapped at you," he said. "I really am… forgive me."

"Forgive you for being kinky?" I chuckled.

"Be a good sport," he grinned, flashing his handsomest smile my way. "I'll make it worth a hundred bucks more if you do."

To my surprise, the offer of a hundred bucks more appealed to me so much I didn't care if he was kinky.

"Do I have to split it with Rodney or is it all mine?"

"All yours," he said, and I saw his pecker getting harder by the moment.

"Okay… on advance," I said tightly, determining I'd learn to be a wise whore as long as I was going to be one.

He placed six fifty dollar bills on my purse.

"Thank you," I said, in a completely cool businesslike manner, slipping the cash in my purse…

"Now, Davey fucker… what do you want of Debbie?"

"This," he grinned, walking over to a chest and pulling out a drawer and taking out a thick dildo with straps.

"What in hell am I going to do with that on?"

"This is also unique," he smiled, "I found out about it in a fantastic whorehouse in Paris where they did everything."

"But precisely what do I do with it?"

"Well, we can get a good thing going quick," he smiled. "You strap this on and then I get on the bed, and lift my legs while you slide it up my asshole."

"Asshole fucking, I'll be damned," I laughed, "I would have never thought of that."

"Lots of whores give it to guys up the ass with the dildo. It's a real great way to get it."

He handed me some Vaseline, and insisted, "Get the thing greased, and grease my butt before you drive it up me."

"At this point, Davey lover, I'd love to ram it up your ass without benefit of grease."

"Well, I have been a naughty boy to piss in your mouth," he chuckled, "but I get a real charge out of that."

I strapped the dildo on, and then proceeded to grease it. I got on the bed and Dave spread as if he'd done it a hundred times. Running my fingers around his asshole, I prepared him for the cock invasion.