Mark Carver - Daughter turn on

She'd steal maybe two-bucks' worth of popcorn and candy a night, let five or six friends in free, and pilfer perhaps four or five dollars a night.

And she'd just given him a blowjob worth a million dollars in wild satisfaction, the hottest, most lascivious, hungriest blowjob of his entire life!

He didn't tell Sally he'd have to fire someone else to make room for her, but that was no problem. The brunette who was getting married next month could go. Shit, he'd fire them all if he had to, to make room for this juicy little mink!

"Mmmmmmm," Sally purred, feeling his prick get hot and stiff against her eager cuntlips, "you're gonna spoil me, Mr. Jenkins! Boys don't have cocks like this. A lot of men in this town don't either!"

"Call me Phil," he reminded her, wondering which men she'd fucked. Just in case it might pay to have knowledge like that. Although Jenkins was well-liked by most of the businessmen in town, he had about a half-dozen enemies, mostly men whose wives he'd fucked.

Fuck them, he thought dryly, that was their problem. If a man couldn't keep his wife satisfied in bed, she had a right to seek action elsewhere.

Take his own sexy wife, for example. Jenkins trusted his voluptuous wife to the hilt. And why not? He kept her serviced regularly, and over the years her demands had lessened. She was, after all, the perfect wife and mother, content, glowing with happiness, proud of her handsome family.

If Jenkins knew the truth at that moment as the luscious, naked teenage nympho moaned hotly on his lap and began guiding his thick, fleshy cock deep inside her sucking pussy, his erection would have toppled over like a drunken soldier.

His wife was indeed content, sexy, and glowing with happiness. But it had very little to do with her husband.

It had everything to do with a ravishing young nurse she'd met one month before.

As well as the nurse's boyfriend…

Jenkins clutched Sally's ripe, throbbing tits in his fingers and gasped as the girl began to work her fiery cunt with wanton power. She slid up and down on his massive dick very slowly, dreamily, ooooh's and aaaah's and mmmmm's crooning in her throat. She was fantastically tight and slippery and hot, easing more of his long prick into her slit by gradual degrees, grinding her sweating ass lewdly on his hairy thighs each time she eased down.

"Hey, Daddy!" she sobbed, "it's wiiild! Jeez, I love a big hot prick! Aaaah, yessss, unnnnf!"

Again as Jenkins stared at her smooth, angelic face he marveled at what a terrific fuck she was at her age. If she was this passionate and sensuous and eager at her tender age, what would she be like five years? She reeked with animal sex now, beads of sweat dotting her golden skin, her hot lush tits heaving faster, her boiling cunt starting to gush honey in a flood of rising lust all over his cock.

She was barely a girl but, Christ, did she know how to work her wild pussy!

Now Sally was gently swinging her hips back and forth so that his burning cock rubbed mad thrills against her cunt walls, one hand reaching down behind her to tickle his balls while she rode his rod. Then the moaning blonde suddenly switched to a side-to-side motion, gripping more of his dick in her hotly sucking slit.

And with raw desire, Jenkins was craning his neck down to suck on one of her satiny tits, his blood pounding and singing with excitement. His own daughter couldn't possibly be as wild and wanton a piece of ass as Sally, being a cherry, and in all truth she wasn't as sexy in an animal way, but Cindy was lovelier, more delicate, sexy in an almost spiritual way.

Screwing Cindy would be like screwing an angel of love.

But the madly moaning, feverishly panting blonde on his lap was an angel of pure lust, born to suck and fuck and tease and excite and thrill. Now Jenkins clutched her ripe ass in his fingers and deliberately tickled her asshole to see her response.

Sally went into a frenzy.

"Daddy, stick your finger up there! Hurry! Oooooh! Wiggle it around, oh wow, yesss, mmm, shit, love it! Agh!"

And in the next moment Jenkins felt as if he were trying to hold a crazed animal on his lap. Sally was abruptly whipping her burning cunt up and down on his rod in a fever of excitement, clawing his bare back with her sharp nails, sinking her teeth into his shoulder, her cunt-honey streaming like wet fire onto his groin.

When Sally started coming, she didn't play around.

Originally, the naked blonde planned to leisurely ride his huge cock in a slow journey of lust, milking all the pleasure she could out of the position first. Since she was on top, she had total control over her own thrills. And the teenager wasn't used to enormous pricks like the theater owner's, getting most of her action with schoolboys.

But the instant he'd touched her sensitive asshole, Sally began to explode with raw passion. The first time she'd been raped in her tender ass, she thought she'd die of pure agony. But then, as she grew accustomed to the blazing mass of meat in her narrow asshole, the searing pressure sparked strange thrills in her bowels, spreading rapidly outward to her seething loins.

And then she'd learned to crave it, able to climax madly with a stiff cock up her tawny ass. There was very little in the world of obscene pleasure that Sally hadn't experienced. With men, that is.

As far as other girls were concerned, Sally was still a cherry. She was so obsessed with cocks, the thought simply never occurred to her that she might enjoy sex with other girls, that pussies could be as enjoyable – and even more delicious – than pricks.

But her day of awakening wasn't very far off…

Ramming a finger deep into her churning asshole and wriggling it as Sally pumped her frantic hot slit lustfully on his rod, Jenkins groaned with intense excitement. Her juicy little cunt was beginning to suck at his cock like a ferocious suction pump, and her silky tits and sharp teeth and lush ass seemed to be everywhere at once, sweating, jerking, rubbing, craving his hot jism with urgency.

Now Jenkins was gritting his teeth and holding his breath as Sally's wild pussy thrashed to a maddening rhythm, gushing her excited juices over his prick like a boiling spray, and the next moment his loins exploded. Hot spurts of cum spattered deep into the girl's frenzied slit, and Sally crushed her tits to his face and went into spasms of lewd bliss, a clawing, wild-eyed mass of velvet fire.

Slowly, her twitching cunt relaxed, but the blonde continued to shudder and moan on his lap, hugging his soft rod fiercely in her tight pussy.

"Hey, I liked that!" Sally whispered, flicking her tongue-tip in his ear. "How was I, okay, Mr. Jenkins?"

He sighed. No matter how many times he told her Phil, she was going to call him that, because he was her boss now. What the hell, he didn't mind. In fact he loved it when she called him Daddy in the throes of excitement – knowing whose luscious cunt and ripe ass he really craved.

"You were terrific, Sally," he groaned as she clamped her dripping slit powerfully on his limp cock. "Tell me something, honey – did you ever make it with another girl?"

She suddenly stiffened and stared at him directly, her lustrous green eyes filled with scorn. "Hell, no! What do you think I am, Mr. Jenkins? I don't go in for that weird stuff! I might be a little cock-crazy, but I draw the line right there."

"I just wondered, that's all," Jenkins said casually as the blonde climbed off his lap. She got a Kleenex from his desk-top and fastidiously dabbed at her pussy, a mere child, he realized with a shock, but with enough fervent passion to shame most hungry women.

Then Sally frowned, as if thinking of something for the first time. She looked into Jenkins' eyes.

"Um, who did you have in mind?" she asked curiously. "I mean, I don't do things like that, but, you know, I might just try it once, for kicks, just to see what it's like. They say you never know until you try. Now if it's some old hag, forget it! But if it's a really good-looking girl, sexy, you know, I might just think about it…"