Ray Strong - Hot daughter

"You see, Bernadette, I told you you'd find it out for yourself. And now that you know it, you'll find all mental and emotional blocks will disappear."

"No, Doctor. I'll always have those blocks. You see, I know the only person I'll ever be able to satisfactorily have sex with is the one person making me feel secure. And I'm going to prove it, here and now. Your next patient isn't due for more than fifty minutes."

"Please, Bernadette, Miss Reese," Fischer protested as Bernadette rose from the couch and went and locked the door, "this is hardly the time or place."

"Wrong, Doctor. This is definitely the time and place." She smiled a superior smile, letting him know she was taking command of the situation.

Bernadette felt her heartbeat quicken. She wanted to fuck this man. Yes, she wanted to fuck him more than she'd wanted to fuck her daddy. She wanted to fuck him as she wanted to breathe.

She unzipped her mini-dress and let it fall to the floor as Fischer's eyes bulged in his head. He was staring at her, unable to move, watching the way her firm tits bobbled slightly in the bra tightly encasing them.

She was against him, pressing her body to his, letting those solid jugs rub against his shirt. Her hands were pulling his jacket off, letting it fall. And then her hands were cupping his head, pulling his mouth to hers. Sparks crackled as they kissed, knifing her tongue past his lips, seeking his own tongue, feeling his entire body shake with lust.

Her hand was opening his zipper, tugging his enlarging prick from the confines restraining it. As his rod emerged into the open air and her fingers gripped it tightly, she squeezed, feeling it harden. His cock was a long one, all right. And it was as thick as anything any of her three brothers sported. Bernadette let her palm glide softly up and down the rigid tool, squeezing lightly as she caressed, noting his mouth was responding to hers and his hands, on her shoulders, instead of pushing her away, were pulling her closer.

Bernadette began tugging on his tingling whang, pulling him as she walked backwards until she came to the couch. Then her mouth released his as she sat and unbelted his pants. In no time she had him stepping out of his trousers and underwear as her gentle hand lightly pressed his naked, hairy thigh, moving once more to where his powerful prick-shaft stretched solidly upward. Her hand surrounded the entire shaft, her fingertips teasing the base, pressing lightly for an instant. Then her palm opened and slid across his heavy balls, lightly brushing the tickling hairs as her fingertips moved into his ass-crack.

Moving her head forward, Bernadette opened her mouth and let her full lips surround the heavy bulb of his seething knob. Her tingling tongue began slurping the ultra-sensitive cock-head in swift, rotating movements as she bobbed her head slowly back and forth, taking a little more cock into her hungering more each time, eventually taking the full length of the heavy prick. The thick, knobby head, was pushing into her throat, rubbing her gullet, and now she began increasing the speed with which her head bobbed back and forth.

She could tell he was unable to prepare himself for what was happening, and it was only moments before she felt his heavy pecker swelling in her mouth, getting ready to spurt. She didn't want him pulling out at the last second and spoiling things. Her arms wrapped themselves around his thighs as she pressed her face strongly into his crotch, letting her nose rub his hairy pelvis, inhaling his strong, delicious, masculine aroma. She began sucking with an insane urgency, afraid to let his peter get away. The warm, wet, clinging cavern of her mouth glided back and forth over and over again.

There was no way Fischer could resist her. He had dreamed about making love to her too often to back out now. He loved her, and that was all that really mattered. He hadn't taken advantage of her. He hadn't attempted to seduce her, nor did she actually attempt to seduce him. It was love.

His hands laced themselves into her long, black hair, pressing down on the back of her head, feeling wild, unbelievable thrills starting to course through him. These were feelings he had never dreamed existed. He now realized he had been as much a prisoner of physical sensation without emotion as Bernadette. He'd fucked his fair share of women in his college days, as well as after, but none had made him feel this good, and many had been accomplished cocksuckers.

It was more than skill or ability. It was love.

One of Bernadette's hands moved away from his hip. She let her fingers trickle up and dawn his hairy balls and inner thighs, while the forefinger of her other hand probed the recesses of his butt-cheeks. She found his tight asshole and began rubbing her finger gently against it, making it relax. Meanwhile her mouth continued sucking his dick wildly, and the joint sensations were the last thing needed to shatter the final obstruction to his orgasm.

Abruptly, his balls seemed to tighten even more as his weighty dong suddenly twitched in her grasping mouth. Then the damn broke. Flood after flood of thick, white, gooey jizz, pure and tasty, began throbbing out of his rod in a pulsating stream, blasting out with unbelievable force as her fingers dug deeply into the flatness of his butt.

Bernadette, tasting the heated sperm splashing into her mouth, began a vacuuming sucking, drinking the outpouring froth as her own body squirmed. Her thighs were rubbing together, pressing one labia against the other, rubbing the oversensitive clit in between, giving her an orgasm of her own. It was totally unexpected and it made her suck his spurting cock all the harder, building the thrills in his body to unendurable heights.

Even as she felt the flow diminish and eventually stop, Bernadette knew there would be more. His cock was still hard.

Rising, Bernadette began removing her bra and panties. Herb Fischer did nothing to stop her. He had gone this far. He was now fully committed to her. He removed his shirt and undershirt, and shortly the two of them were standing, facing one another, fully naked.

Reaching for her, he felt Bernadette come into his arms. His mouth came down on hers, kissing gently, then totting his tongue between her lips, carrying the thrusts of her tongue, sucking, biting, licking, feeling the pressure of her sharp, almost pointed nipples as they scratched their way across his chest.

She felt his hands gently gliding over the roller-coaster curves of her body, rubbing her buns, pressing her cunt close to the throbbing meat between his own thighs. They stood beside the couch for a short while, their mouths tightly locked together, their tongues hotly lancing back and forth.

It was Bernadette who first broke the kiss, resting her head on his shoulder, pressing her lips into his flesh, and pressing her slightly curved belly against the flatness of his stomach, sensing the protruding prick between them.

Together they sat on the edge of the sofa and he leaned toward her, kissing her lips lightly, then slowly making the kiss heavier and stronger as his hand, of its own volition, moved to touch her hot tit. Her nipple was a steel stud cutting into his palm, raking it, searing it as her hand slid along his thigh until it once again came to his cock. The instant she touched his tool she felt it twitch violently, as if her mere presence was all that was necessary to arouse him. Then her fingers once again closed very slowly and softly around the palpitating, solid shank, holding it with great care, as if afraid her grip might hurt it. She began jerking it up and down very slowly, using the tenderest care, using only the tips of her fingers. She shivered with pleasure as his hand slowly inched its way down from her full boob, along her belly, to the dense, hairy mound of her cunt. The instant his fingers moved through her lush beaver to touch the soft pink gash below, her thighs closed as if in automatic reflex. Suddenly her hand was gripping his solid cock hard, as if holding onto it for support.