Mark Carver - Daughter turn on

Jenkins licked his lips, not having the nerve to mention his daughter's name. If that story ever got out!

"Just a very pretty girl I know," he said hoarsely, staring at Sally's plump, silky asscheeks. "A young girl, like you."

"Like Cindy," she grinned, her eyes cunning with knowledge. It wasn't hard to see what was on his mind. Hell, Cindy was beautiful, but everyone knew she was a Miss Goody-Goody, thought her little pussy was plated with gold it was so precious.

His face turned beet-red and he averted his eyes. Goddamn the smart little bitch! How could she be so sharp at her age?

When it came to school exams, Sally could barely make it, largely because all that stuff bored her, having nothing to do with the practical realities of life, like sucking and fucking and eating and movies. But when it came to naked passion, she could tell what went on in most people's minds, especially adults like Mr. Jenkins, who thought they were so cool about it.

Christ, all you had to do was look into their eyes when they talked in circles like that. The theater owner was a mirror, for all practical purposes. Sally felt his wild excitement when she'd called him Daddy, felt his big prick leap and quiver inside her like a rocket taking off.

Besides, she had a hunch most men wanted to fuck their daughters anyway, especially if they were sweet and sexy, like Cindy. Sally was very cynical for her age but she saw nothing wrong with giving men what they wanted – as long as she got what she wanted in return.

"I wouldn't mind making it with a gorgeous girl like Cindy," she told Jenkins in a soft voice, deliberately turning sideways and tracing a finger up along the crack of her ripely curved asscheeks. That turned him on like a five-hundred-watt bulb! Like most men his age, Sally could tell he was an ass-freak when it came to little girls like herself.

Jenkins gulped, feeling a fresh rush of blood in his raw prick. Cunning little vixen! Christ, she knew how to turn a man on, hook him like a hungry fish!

"But Cindy would never go for it, would she, Mr. Jenkins?"

He reached over and seized Sally's tender asscheeks in his fingers, loving the hot flesh, his cock rising like a flag at dawn. "She might," he whispered. "Not if I suggest it, of course," he added quickly. "But if you sort of, well, come on to her very gently…"

Now Sally turned her back to Jenkins, stroking her ass lasciviously and bending over, a gesture so obscenely exciting Jenkins was rock-hard for the third time in an hour, something he hadn't been able to do in years.

As wild and wanton and eager as the teenager was, the theater owner still felt awkward with her. How in the hell did you tell a mere child like this that you were dying to see her suck your own daughter off? Or that you desperately wanted to fuck her in her beautiful young ass? But it was the diabolical little nympho who always put it in words, using the precise vulgar terminology that made Jenkins so embarrassed.

"I can handle Cindy," Sally promised, weaving her naked ass so lustfully in front of him now that Jenkins was tempted to kiss it. "Going down on a sexy girl like her doesn't faze me," Sally added with nonchalance. "Can I work the box office too, Mr. Jenkins? And the candy counter sometimes?"

"Anything," Jenkins whispered hoarsely. He tickled her tiny puckered asshole with his fingertip and his prick quivered violently. By now he was so addicted to her juicy young flesh and soft curves, Jenkins would have let her count the night's receipts and make the bank deposit if she'd asked. So she'd steal whatever she could – so what? Jenkins knew for a statistical fact that seven out of ten people who handled cash stole from the till. Those weren't his figures, they were provided by a national spying service for supermarkets and department stores and businesses like his own.

If anyone was going to pilfer the candy and receipts, it might as well be this lust-inspired, hot-pussied, juicy-assed cock-sucking little angel! She'd steal five bucks and think it was a fortune, while the obscene pleasure Sally gave him was priceless. But he couldn't tell her to just go ahead and take the money – she had to steal it herself, for that peculiar thrill they always got, like a miniature orgasm.

Now as Jenkins toyed with her luscious ass, his prick pounding and leaping with wild impatience, he searched for the delicate words to tell this adorable nympho he wanted to ravage her succulent rump.

Sensing his hesitation, Sally beat him to the punch again, never one to mince words.

"If you wanna fuck me in the ass, Mr. Jenkins, it'll be easier if I hunch over your desk!"

Again the shock from the way a child like her could so casually toss around phrases that would make the ears of most adults burn. But the way Sally did it, it was not only perfectly natural, it was strangely beautiful…

Sally quickly positioned herself by bending forward so that her naked tits and forearms rested on his desk-top, while her plump ass jutted out in obscene invitation. She undulated her cheeks in a dance of sensuous lust, her asshole tingling with sharp anticipation.

"Don't worry about hurting me," she moaned. "I love it this way, Mr. Jenkins! Especially with a monster like yours! Just ram it home and park it there! And hurry up, please, 'cause I'm hot! Mmmmm, every inch now, go ahead!"

Standing behind her, Jenkins spread her satiny asscheeks in his hands so that her tiny asshole was fully exposed, helpless and vulnerable between their golden mounds. He placed his blazing knob squarely against her asshole and took a deep breath.

Then he slammed forward in a brutal thrust that caused the girl to cry out in surprise. Jenkins gasped.

"Oooooooh, shit, Sally, that is a – mmmmmmf! – hot juicy ass, baby! Ahhhhh, you're so tight and wild… unnng!"

"Love it like this," Sally panted, sliding her boiling tunnel lustfully back and forth on his long cock. It burned and stung and throbbed inside her squirming bowels, sparking the strange excitement she'd learned to love at the feel of a swollen prick rammed deep up her ass. She could feel his huge knob in the very pit of her stomach, a ball of lewd desire.

Now the blonde began to sob and claw at his desk as Jenkins started fucking her to a savage tempo, groaning and panting with wild excitement, his hands gripping her soft ass-flesh and his head reared back, his prick lunging urgently in her boiling ass.

With her usual direct singleness of purpose, the feverish teenager wriggled and clamped and squeezed her juicy asshole on his rod with only one goal in mind – to feel his boiling cum spurt deep inside her tender ass.

"Fan – unnnnng! – tastic asshole, Sally!" Jenkins gasped, pistoning savagely inside her. Whatever ideas he might have held about prolonging the fiery thrills of her tight burning crack suddenly crumbled beneath the onslaught of her hot thrashing flesh.

Now Sally was in a white heat of lust, pounding her fists on his desk and pumping her gorged asshole madly on his prick, going wild as his first torrent of jism spattered her tingling insides.

"Oh Jeez, it's great!" she raved. "Hot dick up my ass! Ooooooo, yesssss, fuck it harder, faster… aaaagh!"

Again she gave him the feeling that she was sucking the blood from his veins as her feverish asshole sucked the cream from his loins, whipping it out of his bursting cock in violent spasms, sending fierce thrills tearing through his meat.

And there was no doubt in Jenkins' dazed mind that this was the last of his load, the final spurt in his ball-tingling, cock-ripping orgy with the insatiable teenager. His limp rod felt like chopped liver as he slipped it out of her hot trembling ass, with a deep sigh of satisfaction.

Slowly, Sally stood up, her tits heaving with her lingering excitement. The wall clock in his office said ten-thirty, and Sally had a late date with her current steady. A steady to Sally meant that she'd gone with him for three nights now, but she didn't let him interfere with her other action. He was the captain of the high-school football team, hung like a gorilla and with an inexhaustible supply of stamina.