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By Alexi Fall
Artwork by Moira Nelligar
Copyright 2015 Alexi Fall
~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~
(This book has been modified slightly for mainstream publishing.
If you would like to read the original uncensored version,
titled “Daddy’s Day Off,” please visit http://www.carnal-pleasures.com)
The stunning vixen crawled onto Patrick’s slouched form, tearing his white buttons off. Her mouth was split into a devilish grin, anticipating her succulent meal. Her tight, leather vest, which smushed her round, fake tits together to create the most delicious cleavage, scratched against his exposed belly. As if with a mind of their own, Patrick’s hands unbuckled and lowered his pants.
“Y-You won’t tell my wife, will you?” he whispered.
She smiled wider, and Patrick’s heart hammered against his chest. Guilt gnawed at him for what he was about to do, but his libido wouldn’t let him stop. He hadn’t felt this aroused since God knew when.
Hell, when was the last time Jenna had even seduced him, for Christ's sake?
“No, please. Before you go further, promise you won’t tell – ooh…” Her wet lips wrapped around his exposed member. Her head bobbed in smooth, easy motions as she took his entire length; her hot young throat squeezing his shaft as it went down. Oh God, he hadn’t had a blowjob in years!
Patrick could feel his approaching orgasm. He had always been a quick-shooter, and being with this sexy mama would do little to change that.
He hadn’t let another woman touch him like this since he and Wendy North had been stuck in the office elevator together last year. Jenna had found out about that; but she wouldn’t find out about this.
Before Patrick knew what was happening, the vixen straddled him; each of her long, fishnet-clad legs hanging over the side of the narrow bed. Without even removing her leather G-string, she started bouncing on his crotch. Not directly on his penis, mind you. Just his crotch. Like she was riding a horsey. It was strange, but not unsexy. The way she bounced reminded him of an immature teenager. But she wasn’t even close to getting his cock inside her, and she risked crushing his balls.
When she started giggling, Patrick’s confusion grew. Why did she sound so much like…?
“Hey Pat, wake up!”
Patrick soon returned to the land of reality and groaned, rubbing his sleepy eyes. “Morning, Teagan. Can you get off me, please?”
“Nope!” his wife’s daughter giggled and bounced. “Geez, it took you forever to wake up! You’re such a sleepyhead.”
The girl was sitting on top of him, the blankets and sheets wrapped around her. The bedsprings squealed as she bounced some more.
Patrick snatched a glance at the bedside clock and rubbed his eyes. Seven twenty-five. His teenage stepdaughter looked down at him with that big, toothy smile. Her hair was a blonde mess, and the more she bounced the more she had to blow it off her face.
It took Patrick a while to realize that having his teenage stepdaughter bounce atop his aroused crotch probably wasn’t a good idea. “Hey, come on. Get off me.”
“Mm-mm!” she shook her head.
“Don’t you have school?”
“Nope! Free day.”
There went his plans for a quiet, lonesome day working on his novel. “Is your mother around?”
She nodded, still bouncing.
“Then get off, hon. I should say goodbye to her before she leaves.”
“Nuh-uh!” She bounced harder, causing her firm, braless boobs to jiggle under her baggy My Little Pony shirt. Patrick was astounded that his wife’s nineteen-year-old was easily more than a full cup larger than her. Where did she get it from? Patrick pulled his gaze away, feeling a little disgusted at himself.
He suddenly became aware of the warm flesh against his thigh. “Teagan, you’re wearing pants, aren’t you?”
She nodded. “Mm-hmm!”
“I mean pajama shorts. You know, not just panties.”
“Oh, nope! Just panties.”
Figures. He took hold of her shoulders gently. “Okay, that’s enough now. You have to get off me.”
“You want to get off?”
“Ye– no! I want you to get off! Get me off – no, I mean get off me!”