Dating my Daughter
“So you’re interested in dating my daughter are you?” Chad says “yes mam I am. Sorry I got here so early, I misunderstood Natalie when she told me what time to get here at. But I’m ok with just sitting here and waiting.” “You do now that you might be waiting here a while, right?” Chad says “yeah, I’m okay with that.” “Good. So let’s be frank with each other, shall we?” “Chad says “yeah, of course.” “I want my daughter to date someone with some serious sexual experience, or at least someone who knows what they are doing. And you need to prove that to me. Otherwise I’ll tell her I got a bad vibe or something from you, and trust me when I say this, she won’t be interested anymore.” Chad tells her “ummm, ok. How exactly am I suppose to prove that to you?”  She says “fuck me, and I’ll know. Though I want a good fuck, lets be quick about it, shall we. I don’t her walking in the middle of it.” Chad smiles and says “wow, good one” while laughing nervously. “Who said I was joking? Either you take your pants off now and prove yourself as someone worthy  of dating my daughter, or you might as well just go home.” Chad says “you’re serious?” She gets annoyed at this, so she takes opens up her rub showing that she is completely naked under and says “ is this serious enough for you?” He stands up with his hands in the air saying “look, I don’t know if…” and he stops midway because she gets a nice grab at his cock slowly hardening because though she is twice his age, she still has an amazing body and he is turned on by her. At this point, he knows he’s gonna fuck her, no matter the outcome. She is just too damn hot and this really never will happen again. So he grabs her waist and thrusts her body against his, though she is surprised she does not protest as he picks her up and lays her on the living room table. As she lays there staring at him expectantly, he takes his shirt off, then his pants and boxers. He gets on his knees, and then opens up her legs and starts to flick her clit with his tongue. As he does that he uses two fingers to slide into her pussy. He hears her moan a bit but not enough, so he slides three fingers in and he feels the tightness of her pussy. As he starts to passionately kiss her clit, he starts to thrust his three fingers into her pussy. She is loving it and he can tell by her moaning. And then he stops, and she looks at him and says “oh don’t worry, she’s upstairs showering, she can’t hear me.” He stands up and says that’s not why I stopped, I just realized I want to do something else now.” She says “what do you want to do now?” He grabs her and pushes her hands first into the couch, she leans over the armrest as he kneels in between her legs and puts his left hand on her back pushing her down. With his cock in his right hand he slowly pushes it into her ass. She moans loudly, it might be a little painful for her but he doesn’t care, her ass is just so damn tight all he can focus on is the squeeze on his cock. So he starts to thrust slowly and he asks “you’re not used to that are you? You like it?” She says “oh yeah…give it to me, I can take it.” Chad says “oh I know you can” as he slowly starts to thrust faster, and faster. And then he lifts his hands and rests them behind his neck as he fucks her in the ass with no hands. The squeeze on his hard cock is so fucking good he can hardly take it. So he takes his hands and puts it on her hips and starts to move her back and forward as is fucking her harder and harder. He slaps her ass and fucks her harder. And he leans over and grabs her titties as he cums in her tight ass. Then he sits back on the couch, she turns around and says “ok….you can definitely date my daughter.” Call 1-800-800 DOLL

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As I stood in his office, thumbing through his books and scholarly journals, I knew I should not be there. His regular office hours had ended over an hour earlier and I knew there was only one reason he had requested this so-called adviser meeting. I wasn’t naive. I noticed the way he looked at me during class. I was no longer in the safety of a classroom, however. I was now standing in his office, after hours on a Friday night. I can’t lie. The desire and lust were mutual.

              He walked through the door, closing and locking it behind him. Walking up behind me, he placed a hand on either side of my waist. My insides shuddered with anticipation and I suddenly caught my breath. He leaned into my neck. With soft lips and a gentle voice, he murmured, “Have you thought about this moment before?” Words were impossible to form. I turned my head to face him and nodded. He grabbed my face firmly and gave me a deep, passionate kiss. My stomach turned and my knees weakened. All I could think about was tearing off my clothes and allowing him to do as he wished. Professor Stewart then pulled away, breaking our kiss. He took my long hair in his hands and pulled my head back, kissing my neck and moving down to my collarbone. As he did, his hands moved along my waist towards my back. He clasped his firm palms around my ass and lifted me up, into him.

              Outside his office we could hear heels clicking down the hallway and muffled voices growing more and more audible. Professor Stewart pulled away from me and cleared his throat. The reality of our actions suddenly filled the space between us. If anyone were to find out, we would both suffer harsh consequences. Staring at me, he softly asked, “Emily, would you like to continue this at my place?” Without hesitation, I managed a shaky “Yes.”  He wrote out directions for me and we planned to meet there an hour later.

Rather than driving directly to his apartment, I decided to utilize my time and stop by my dorm room. I slipped out of my jeans and sweater and substituted them for a black, lace nightgown, knee-high boots and a trench coat. The black lacey number showcased my slender figure and perky breasts and butt. This outfit seemed to better fit the mood.

As I drove, nervousness and lust filled my body. I tried to pinpoint what it was about Professor Stewart that made me feel this way. It was no secret that he was extremely good-looking, but it was more than that. It was his power, his wisdom, his sultry stare and rumbling voice. It was the way he became so passionate as he lectured. And now, my feelings were fueled by the memory of his voice in my ear, his kiss, and the strength his hands possessed as they grasped me, as if to say, you belong to me. And of course, there was always the forbidden energy that flowed between us.

              I walked up the stairs to his apartment, giving my hair a final fluff and pulling my coat tight to block the chilly wind. His front door was slightly cracked, so I let myself in. The front room was dimly lit and a fire crackled in the fireplace. Two glasses of wine sat on the coffee table. I eased myself onto his large leather sofa and picked up one of the glasses.

“Professor Stewart?” I shyly called towards the upstairs area.  A few moments later I heard steps making their way down the stairs.

“Please, call me Kirk.” He gently insisted. “I believe we are beyond formalities at this point.” I nodded in agreement and sipped my wine. He took a seat next to me, placed one hand on my knee and picked up his wine glass with the other.

“I hope you like Chianti,” he said as he moved his hand under my coat and up my thigh.

“I do,” I replied.

“Emily, may I ask a personal question?”

“Of course,” I said.

“How many sexual partners have you had?” As he asked, he set his wine back on the table, leaned towards me on the couch and gazed into my eyes.

I nervously laughed as I honestly answered, “Only one. My high school boyfriend.”

Kirk smiled kindly and took the wine glass from my hand and set it next to his. He took my hands in his and motioned for me to stand up. I stood in front of him as his fingers worked to undo my coat one button at a time. He then unbuckled the belt and slipped it from my shoulders, exposing my lingerie. He smiled as he sat back and thoroughly looked me over.

“You look beautiful. But I don’t think you’ll need that much clothing. Why don’t you take it off.” I carefully took the thin straps and slid them off my shoulders, letting the gown fall to the floor. He sat up on the sofa and kissed my tummy, letting his tongue dance around my bellybutton and down my abdomen. His hands grabbed my ass and pulled me towards him. He leaned back on the couch and I followed. He positioned me on my knees, straddling him, while sitting upright. He propelled my ass into him again and pushed his face into my pussy. His five o’clock shadow tickled and added additional stimulation as his tongue seductively circled my clit. He softly moaned as he licked and tickled me. He squeezed my ass in his strong hands and then moved them up my back. He brought them around to envelop my breasts, squeezing them gently and forcefully all at once. His tongue continued to work magic along my pussy and my knees began to shake with pleasure. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes to fully take in the sensation. Kirk removed one hand from my breast and tugged on my hair, pulling my head back further.

              I took his head in my hands and gently removed it from my pussy. I got off the sofa and took his hands, pulling him onto his feet.

“Were you not enjoying that?” he asked, confused. I laughed slightly and smiled at him. I put my hands under his sweater and carefully brought the garment up his toned torso, pulling it over his head. I then leaned down and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and worked them down his legs. He kicked them off as I positioned myself on my knees in front of him. His cock was hard and pointed up to his abdomen. I took it in my hands and then in my mouth. I began working up and down his thick cock, sucking slightly as I reached the tip. I held in the shaft in my hand and moved it in the same motion as my mouth, creating a long, fluid, up-and-down pattern. He groaned and placed his hands on top of my head and pushed me down onto his cock. With each bob of my head, his dick grew bigger and harder in my mouth. My eyes began to water as he pushed me further and further onto him. But I didn’t want to stop. I worked my hands around his balls while I sucked, taking his cock as deep as I could.

“Whoa, ok,” he said, removing himself from my mouth. “If you keep that up, this will be over momentarily.” He helped me to my feet, still clad in my boots, and led me through the sitting room and up the stairs. At the top, we brought me into his bedroom. He took me in his arms, picked me up and threw me onto his huge, plush bed. I crawled towards the head and situated myself on the pillows. I watched as he walked around the room turning on lamps. He then joined me on the bed, placing himself above me and kissing me. As he did, he pushed himself into me. Rising up, he pulled me to an upright position. He then grabbed my waist and forcefully flipped me over, onto my hands and knees. His fingers softly danced around the opening to my pussy, getting me so wet and horny I could barely breathe. He then positioned himself over me and placed his cock on my pussy, pushing it in. The release I finally felt was sensational. I pushed into him, feeling him as deep inside me as possible. He thrust over and over, slamming against me. His arms were wrapped around me as his hands played with my breasts and gently twisted my nipples. One hand moved for a moment, long enough for him to slap and grab my ass. I flinched with the pain and pleasure combination and pushed myself into him even harder. He put both his hands on my ass and pulled me into him as he thrust, hitting spots and creating sensations I’d never before experienced.

              Right as I was about to climax, he pulled out and positioned me on top of him. I sat straight up and rode his cock, grabbing my own tits and moaning. His hands were around my waist, pushing me up and down on his dick. He then took his finger and placed it on my clit. Without any warning, I began experiencing the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. My toes curled, my head went back, and nothing came out of my mouth but soft squeaks and gasps. Still shaking and trembling, I tried to compose myself enough to continue riding him.

“Let me know right before you get off,” I said. He nodded and continued to thrust upwards into my wet, quivering pussy. Kirk grabbed my tits, squeezed my ass and began to increase his speed. I rode hard and pushed down into him and watched his face transform into ecstasy. He began nodding, so I took my cue. I quickly jumped off his cock, wrapped my lips around it and vigorously sucked, moving up and down. He moaned and his legs stiffened. Before I knew it, he was thrusting his cock into my mouth. I sucked harder while simultaneously swallowing. The last drop dripped onto my tongue and I let his cock fall out of my mouth. He took me by the shoulders and pulled me up next to him. We lay there, panting and sweaty before passing out from fatigue and pleasure.

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                            I can’t recall exactly how I ended up in this strange bed, wearing a black lace nighty that barely covered my tits and ass.  All I know is, I was there, lying alone on a large soft cloud of satin sheets, down pillows covered in silky cases and an oversized feather comforter.  I also know I was there on my own accord--nowhere within me did I feel scared or even all that confused.  My memory of getting there was merely fuzzy.  The room was dark and cool, with only a small stream of light trickling in from under the bathroom door, which was closed.  I could hear someone in the bathroom--I caught the sound of water running and items being moved around on the bathroom counter.  Or, at least that’s what I assumed I was hearing.

Who’s in there? I thought, as I laid back on the magnificent thrown of bedding.  Where was I and who was I with?  Just as a small flicker of worry crept into my stomach, the bathroom door opened.  And out stepped a familiar face.  The face of my first love from years before.  Though I was relieved to see someone I knew, I was suddenly completely confused as to how we got here.  How we ended up together.

Doesn’t he live in D.C.?  And isn’t he engaged to Carrie?  The questions and confusion began whirling around inside me like a Texas tornado. 

What is going on?!  But before I could open my mouth to voice my myriad thoughts, he smiled at me and walked towards me.  He didn’t seem confused at all.  Rather, he seemed as though this was perfectly normal.  He climbed into bed next to me and rolled over to face me, propping himself up on his elbow.  He placed his hand on my thigh and smiled.

“Happy Anniversary, my love,” he said as he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my cheek.  He looked so handsome and so happy.  The moon was now high in the sky and spilled warm light into the room.  Shadows danced on his face, making his eyes sparkle.

“Happy Anniversary,” I replied, slightly hesitantly, but not wanting to tarnish the mood.

“You looked absolutely exquisite tonight,” he said, moving his hand up my thigh just enough that the lace from my nighty now halfway covered his hand.  I looked around the room, hoping to buy some time considering I had no memory of the evening’s events, when I spotted a red cocktail dress hanging from the bureau door.  It was spaghetti-strapped with a plunging neckline.  It looked fairly short.  Even though I’d never seen the garment before, it looked like something I would buy, as it would accentuate all my best assets.  I smiled wistfully at him.

“Thanks.  You didn’t look too shabby yourself.”  Obviously I had no idea what he’d worn, but I assumed he’d looked quite fetching in whatever it was. 

He leaned in towards me and gave me another warm, affectionate kiss.  “I love you, Sara,” he said against my lips.  “I love you, too, Steven.”  And at that moment, all the confusion and questions aside, I did love him.  I suppose a part of me always had.  And now here we were, together again.  How this had come to be suddenly didn’t matter.  All that mattered was the love, and the ever-growing heat, between us.  He kissed me again, harder this time, as his hand gently crept higher up my thigh.  I rolled over a little, so we were facing each other, our lips locked in a deep, passionate kiss.  Steven wore only boxers and I was close enough now to feel the heat from his skin on mine.  His hand was now at the outer edges of my panties.  I didn’t know what they looked like, as I hadn’t seen them, but they felt lacy and quite small.  His hand slipped easily under the fabric and made its way to my clit, now tingling with anticipation.  Our lips had parted, leaving us to just gaze into each others eyes.  He had a faint smile, partially affectionate and partially hungry with desire.  Our eyes held as his finger began circling my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body.  I leaned my head back slightly, breaking our gaze, and moaned.  He leaned in and placed soft, hot kisses on my neck, his finger never stopping.  I moaned again as my toes curled in pleasure.  The sensations of his mouth on my neck and his soft, teasing fingers on my warm, moist skin below were almost more than I could handle.  With my head still back, I groped at his boxers with my hand.  Beneath the thin cotton I could feel his bulge, growing and almost pulsating.  I slid my hand beneath the hem of his boxers and softly stroked the head of his erect cock.  I then grabbed it with a decent amount of pressure and began stroking his length.  I heard a deep grumble come from his throat.  His fingers, on my clit began circling faster and harder, then they moved down to my wet slit.  He then plunged two fingers deep inside me as a mix of pain and pleasure flooded my trembling body.  I leaned my head up, meeting his eyes with mine.  He wore a hazy, glassy expression that can only come from intense pleasure.  My hand danced along the length of his cock, teasing the head with each stroke.  I brought my face close to his, gazing into his eyes for a moment.  Then I placed my lips on his as we met in a passionate kiss, our tongues furiously devouring one another.  His fingers still thrust in and out of me and my hand still stroked his large dick.

Our lips still locked, he whispered into my mouth, “I want you.  You’re the one I’ve always wanted.”  His words alone send pangs of pleasure shooting up and down my spine, causing goosebumps to pop up all over my body.  “Then I’m yours,” I replied.  “I’ve always been yours.” 

He leaned me back against the soft pillows behind me.  Kneeling over me, he slid his boxers down his thighs and kicked them off from around his ankles.  With the light of the moon,  I could see his cock, now fully emerged and fully erect.  I put my hands on his hips and pulled him towards me, positioning his dick right above my mouth.  Leaning up slightly, I took him in.  He moaned a deep grumble and let his hands collapse on either side of my head, as I worked my mouth up and down the length of him.  I surrendered completely, taking in his taste, smell and sounds.  As I sucked him long and hard, my tongue danced along his soft skin, paying extra attention to the tip.  His breath grew harder and faster and he began thrusting his hips ever so slightly, plunging his cock further and further down my throat.  I placed one hand on his shaft, allowing my tongue and mouth to concentrate on his thick head.  I looked into his face.  His eyes were closed and he looked utterly relaxed and in a state of pure bliss.  After a few more moments, Steven stopped me--gently easing his cock out of my mouth.  Without saying a word, he slid his hands to my panties and carefully pulled them down my legs, until they found their place on the floor, next to his boxers.  He returned to me, gazing into my eyes and his lips met mine in yet another deep, passionate kiss.  As our tongues played with one another, he positioned himself right over me, pushing my legs apart.  With a mix of affection and force, he thrust his large cock into my wet, awaiting slit.  I thrust my hips upwards, sending his dick far into my depths.  Our eyes remained locked as he thrust into me.  I pushed my pelvis against him with each movement, causing ecstasy to flood my body.  Through a breathless pant, Steven whispered, “I love you more than anything.  I’m so lucky to have you as my wife.”  I smiled, our bodies still pounding together.

“I love you, too,” I said, as I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.  I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling it ever so slightly.  He moaned with pleasure and thrust harder into me.  My hands glided down his neck.  Once they found his back, I dug my nails into his skin, looking for anyway to release the tension building within me.  I scratched, gently at first, then harder with each thrust of his cock.  Inside me, pleasure bubbled and whirled about, causing pangs of ecstasy to flood my body.  My toes curled and every muscle within me contracted, as I crept closer and closer to the brink of orgasm.  Steven leaned his face into mine and kissed me, gently nibbling on my bottom lip.  His thrusts grew harder and faster, as our bodies slammed against each other.  He moaned and panted as I prepared for the rush of climax.

“I’m cumming!” I finally blurted out, my body contracting in one final push.  My pussy tightened around his cock as hot wetness spilled out from within me.  Only seconds later, Steven followed, his body lurching with each thrust.  He moaned one last deep groan as he thrust himself into me a few more times.  Heat radiated, as warm, wet love began pooling between my legs.  Steven sank on top me, all his weight pressing into me.  and we laid there, panting breathlessly.  I closed my eyes, collapsing into a state of utter bliss and relaxation.  Just as the afterglow began to flood my body, I heard a familiar sound.

Beep! Beep! Beep!  It was my alarm clock.  I opened my eyes.  No longer was I lying on a cloud of sheets, pillows and blankets.  Instead, I was in my bedroom, amid dirty laundry and piles of papers--mainly briefs and case studies.  I rubbed my eyes and looked next to me.  The bed was empty.  No Steven.  I pulled down the covers to find that I was no longer donning a sexy black nighty.  Rather, I had on my usual tank top and boxers.  However, one thing was still the same--from between my legs, I could feel hot wetness moistening my sheets. 

Wow...what a dream.

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 Hi there my name is Eva. I'm sitting somewhere in the middle of the classroom.....dressed in a plaid uniform skirt and white short-sleeve collared uniform shirt..... pretending to listen to what you're instructing and you're in the front of the classroom, dressed in slacks and a shirt and tie, and sitting halfway on the edge of your desk. Your eyes drift around the room to different faces as you continue with your lesson. My eyes follow yours intently, watching where you look and every movement that you make. I can't help but be fascinated with you, to the point of infatuation. Every time your eyes meet mine, an electric shock runs through my body, starting from my chest and ending under my skirt. I start to shift in my seat and change the position of my legs, which are crossed. I then begin to sketch a picture of you in my notebook.

You start moving around the classroom and by this time I’m no longer watching you because I’m still sketching your appearance. You look down and notice what I’m sketching then you ask me “Is there anything you’d like to add to that lesson, Julie?” I look up at you, flushing from embarrassment, then quickly flip my notebook over and smile. “No, I think you’ve covered everything perfectly.” I look around the room and notice people staring and smiling. I swallow and you then say, “See me after class.” I begin to sink a little in my seat.

Moments later the bell rings and everyone leaves the room but me. I approach your desk. “Julie there’s something I must show you……….” I swallow and, still nervous, reply, “alright.” You pull out of your desk a notebook that has pictures drawn of me. I laugh aloud at the irony. “Also, there’s something I must tell you, Julie.” You come around the desk and put your hands around my face. My books drop to the floor as you bring me close to you and begin to kiss me. My emotions stir crazily all throughout my body as yours presses up against mine. You can feel my breasts up against you and you lower your hands to my ass and grab it underneath my skirt. You pull the clip out from my hair and it flows lazily down my back. I begin to undo your tie, it takes me a moment because I’ve never done this before. Then I manage to pull it off of you and start opening up your shirt, button by button. Your hand wanders up my skirt as I do this and I moan as I smile. With your shirt now completely open, I pull it out of your pants and remove it by slowly sliding my hands down your muscular shoulders and arms, then toss it on your desk on top of your tie. You begin to unbutton me as you kiss me passionately again….more aggressive with me, you remove my shirt and it falls to the floor, revealing my perfectly shaped breasts in a modest but silky white bra. I begin to undo your belt and whip it out of your belt loops. “Hmmmm,” I say, “This may come in handy later.” I giggle as I throw that on your desk and begin to open your pants. A rather large bulge has already formed beneath them.

“Come over here,” you say as you pick me up by my ass and set me on your desk. You pull my short skirt up and move aside my thong and begin to lick my pussy all over, flicking your tongue against my clit. “Oh yeah,” I say breathlessly as you indulge yourself in it. The sensations course through my body electrically and make my hips gyrate. I begin to shake and shudder as I feel myself come closer and closer to climax. Then I begin to scream, “Oh yes!!! Mmmmmmmmmmm that feels so good.” I moan more and slowly feel myself release and relax all over your mouth.

Then I say, “Sit in your chair.” You proceed to make yourself comfortable and I get on top of you. I reach my hands around my back and unclip my bra and remove it, letting it drop on your chest. You begin to grab my breasts and suck on my nipples and I moan with pleasure as I grind my self against your throbbing cock. I then work my way off of you and slide my hand inside your pants. You sigh as I take your throbbing cock out and begin to lick it up and down. I run my tongue up and down your shaft and down to your balls. I put them in my mouth one at a time, suck hard on them. I return up your cock and lick it some more before putting the head in my mouth. Then I suck hard on it and let my tongue roll all around the tip. I can hear you moan and tell me, “yeah baby, suck my hard cock.” I suck it hard and take all of you inside my mouth, then you say, “Get up. I want you now.”

So I get up and you lift me back on your desk. You then begin to push yourself inside of me, but stop. “Wait, are you a virgin?” I smile seductively and answer, “Yes, but I was hoping that you’d be my first. I’ve never had sex with anyone before.” With a mixture of lust and guilt, you let your feelings go and push yourself inside me. I cry out a little at first from the pain, then an overwhelming sensation of pleasure envelopes me and I scream, “Oh My God!” You start pushing hard into me and say, “Wow, your pussy is sooooo warm and  tight. Mmmmm that feels so fucking good.” My tight, wet pussy wrapped around your hard, throbbing cock feels very intense and you start thrusting harder, making me scream. You pull out completely and put yourself back in. You repeat that a couple times before putting yourself completely inside me. You thrust very hard then stop and say, “Come down off there and bend over my desk.”

I smile as I hop off your desk and lean over it, revealing my ass and wet pussy. You then put yourself inside me and it feels so much deeper and tighter. You leave me breathless and gripping the desk as you begin to thrust very deep inside me. You begin to thrust faster and faster then you ask me to turn around. I turn around and get on my knees and you begin to cum all over my tits, shooting your load all over them. I smile and get up, you kiss me again then ask me, “Do you think you can remember that lesson?” I smile as I reply, “Oh, trust me, that’s one that I’ll never forget. Does that come with any homework?” I wink. Later that night He call me at
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