Mark Carver - Daughter turn on

"Gee, I'd love to go down on you," Sally whispered in his ear. "It feels like a monster! I'd just love to suck off a real man for a change, Mr. Jenkins… mmmmm! That feels so big and hot… oooooh…"

Hearing the obscene words purr out of that child-like mouth burst the last of Jenkins' precarious control. He grabbed her heaving tits through her thin T-shirt and squeezed, his breath coming in rasps as Sally made lewd fucking motions with her succulent ass.

"It'll be out secret, honest, Mr. Jenkins," Sally whispered, reaching down between her legs for his huge prick. "I'll never tell a soul, you don't have to worry! And you can have it any time you want, Mr. Jenkins, even if I'm working out there." She gestured to the lobby outside his office, where the booming voices from the movie could be heard. "All you gotta do is call me in your office, and I'll do anything you want, anything…"

With the deft movements of a swinger far beyond her years, Sally had unzipped his fly while she talked and she now uncoiled his long, quivering rod. The blonde sucked in her breath. God, that was a giant!

Sally quickly climbed off his lap and in one swift movement whipped off her T-shirt. Her plump tits sprang forth, their dusky nipples fat with excitement. Then she stripped her jeans off, and for a minute just stood before Jenkins stark naked, her tawny flesh luminous with pure sex, her curly nest of cunt-hairs glistening with her juices. With lewd cunning, Sally cupped her tits in her fingers and rotated them, licking her lips at the stunned theater owner.

In a grown woman, the lusty gestures might have been ridiculous, a satire on a porno movie. On a plump-titted, ripe-assed, golden-skinned young teenager, the teasing ritual was so tremendously exciting Jenkins felt his cock leap, and a huge drop of cream oozed out of his crimson knob.

"Want me to take your pants off?" Sally whispered, her eyes gleaming on his massive cock.

At last Jenkins spoke. "I'll do it, Sally," he said in a hoarse croak. He stood up, talking while he stripped naked.

"Listen, honey, you can start work here tomorrow night, but, Goddammit, one word of this and I'll be ruined! Understand? I've got enemies in this town, business rivals, and if they ever found out I screwed a young girl, it'll be my ass, my dick and my balls – got it?"

Sally nodded quickly, flushed with triumph. She was already letting in hordes of her boyfriends free, gorging herself with free candy and popcorn and pilfering from the cash register.

What really bothered Jenkins as he stripped was not so much the fear of exposure with Sally. It was his violent, maddening hunger for his own luscious daughter, and once he got into a tight, juicy young cunt like Sally's, he'd be hooked on tender young pussy like a drug.

And wouldn't be satisfied until he gave into every bizarre urge with his own sexy daughter.

But as Jenkins drank in Sally's ripe tits and softly rounded belly and plump, hot thighs, the entire police force of Pacific Gardens couldn't have torn him loose if they marched into his office right now with riot guns.

Now Sally practically pushed him back into his desk chair, and in the next movement dropped to her knees between his hairy thighs. She seized his throbbing meat in her tight fist and guided her lips onto it, moaning deep in her throat.

And then began the blowjob of Jenkins' life, a work of savage art that made every other blowjob he'd had seem like stale pussy in comparison. Even his own wife, no slouch when it came to sucking him off, couldn't match the fire and eagerness and sheer ravenous greed of the teenager's boiling mouth.

Sally didn't just suck a man off. She used her imagination to its wanton hilt, ripping her teeth gently across the surface of his long prick to make him gasp in surprise, flicking her wet tongue across his knob like a lusty whip, jerking his cock in her fist all the while to coax his jism, nibbling, sucking, kissing, lapping, stinging Jenkins' meat with every fiber of her sexy young flesh.

"Oh Christ, oh shit, oh wow, Sally!" groaned Jenkins, dazed at the burning assault. She used her fiery lips and tongue like a silken mad cunt on his rod, bobbing and waving her head to roll his cock around her mouth. Jenkins held her head in a tight grip, but it wasn't necessary to lunge with his hips. She was doing virtually all the work, and it was a pure labor of love for the hot little nympho.

Sally was a born cocksucker who discovered her natural gift four years earlier, when she greedily went down on one of her mother's boyfriends while her mother was out getting more liquor. From the moment the man shot off in her mouth, making her gag with his salty flood, Sally was hooked for eternity on oral sex.

She lost her cherry a year later to the next-door neighbor, who also happened to be fucking Sally's mother, along with half the men in the block. And from that moment on, it seemed that the budding blonde's entire life revolved around having something huge and hot in either her mouth, her pulsing pussy or her tingling asshole.

She'd lost that cherry the same year, to still another neighbor.

And when Sally went down on a man, she did it with the concentration of total genius. Her mind simply ceased to function, because her entire being was riveted to the thick, gorging meat filling her aching mouth.

Staring down at the young blonde in astonishment, Jenkins felt his jism beginning to boil up in a tight knot in his loins. What an incredible little cocksucker! He had the shocking sensation he'd plugged his dick into an electric socket as Sally moaned and sucked and jerked on his brick-hard rod, intent only on getting Jenkins' rocks off.

The youngest pussy Jenkins had ever had in his life was his own wife, at sixteen. And while she was wild and eager and juicy, she didn't have the mad animal passion of Sally Owens, or the wanton skill, or the feverish, obscene joy of the moaning blonde.

And even as Sally slid her ripe lips back and forth furiously on his cock, Jenkins wondered if the lust-crazed nympho had ever made it with another girl, and the depraved image of the naked little blonde going down on his own daughter, Cindy, flashed in his mind, and Jenkins groaned and held onto Sally's head tightly as his cum began to spurt in fierce torrents into her throat.

A muffled scream of happiness erupted in Sally's mouth as the boiling jism gushed out at violent intervals. She gulped rapidly and expertly, milking his cock furiously in her hot fist, feeling that strange tremor, like a climax, race through her lips and tongue and throat.

When there were only a few drops left to suck up, she quickly withdrew her lips and held his prick upright in her fist and darted her pink tongue out to scoop up each molten drop in a slow, lascivious ritual that brought a sharp gasp from Jenkins' lips.

"Oh, shit, Sally, you're a hot, loving angel!" Jenkins groaned, lifting her up by her armpits and placing her on his lap, facing him. She put her arms around his neck, exactly the way his daughter used to when she was younger, to cuddle innocently, but Sally rubbed her burning tits feverishly into his chest and undulated her dripping cunt on his limp rod.

"That was wild," Sally sighed, hugging his soft cock in her fingers, pressing it to her throbbing crotch. "Can I smoke a cigarette now, Mr. Jenkins?"

"Call me Phil," he grinned, reaching beyond her to get a cigarette from his pack. He lit it and handed it to her, watching her inhale childishly. He felt his dick begin to stiffen sharply beneath her squirming, luscious pussy and hot stroking fingers.

Squeezing her silky moist tits in his fingers, Jenkins realized he was now suddenly and thoroughly hooked on the little nympho. With that realization also came the sharp knowledge that he could have her any time and anywhere. She was so young and naive she thought being an usherette at the Del Mar was glamorous, for Christ's sake, because she got to wear a flashy red uniform and let her friends in free. He knew she'd pilfer as much candy and popcorn and petty cash as she could get away with and the thought amused him.