Sometime later I dreamed Nico was straddling me, facing away. She was rubbing the tip of my cock slowly back and forth along her slit until it slid slowly inside. Her hips moved slowly up and down, soft grunts punctuating every downward stroke. In my dream I was immobile, unable to use my hands to clutch at her flesh. I'm not sure if I wanted to stop her in order to protect her or to help her body move against mine. Nico leaned forward and raised her hips until just the tip of my cock remained inside her. Her body bounced lightly in short strokes, her cunt gripping the ridge of my head. Wave after wave of pleasure flooded my body.I awoke to find my tongue buried in her cunt and my cock buried in her mouth. Her body shuddered above me, driving her sex hard against my mouth. I came long and hard, my fingers digging into her buttocks. Moments later she came, my seed spilling from her mouth as she cried out, pooling on my stomach. Her body slipped off mine and we slept again.In the grey
We had a few more clients in January and February and by early March we were averaging almost one a week. Each girl was different and each girl was special in their own way. My favorites were the introverts like Sara who couldn't speak in an audible voice or look me in the eye but once we were alone transformed into a feral ball of lust. These encounters were exciting, unpredictable, terrifying, and draining. Their energy and enthusiasm was always matched and sometimes exceeded by Nico, as if she was somehow competing against them.Only once did I back out and that was because the girl was falling down drunk when we showed up at her place. Three days later we met again and everything worked out great. By late March I had been with more girls than any guy I knew. Nico's plan was working just like she planned: The girls were happy, I was meeting new people, and Nico and I both enjoyed what we had termed 'the debriefing.' The only problem was that although I enjoyed being with these girl
Nico punished me by not returning my calls and texts for almost a week. When she did finally contact me she made no mention of what I had said. Instead, she had set me up with another client for the following Saturday. Nico also told me she wouldn't be there as she had to go home for the weekend. I took it to mean she was still mad. The lead weight in my stomach grew heavier and sank lower. I wasn't interested in seeing a client but I really didn't have a choice. Nico expected me to go and, of course, I always did what she said.Promptly at nine, I put my game face on and knocked on the door of an off-campus apartment on the south side of town. The client, Kelly, had wavy, shoulder-length strawberry-blond hair, a round face, and large blue eyes. Grey sweatpants and a hooded sweatshirt masked the shape of her body. All I knew was that she was only a few inches shorter than me. Kelly smiled nervously, biting her lower lip, as she invited me in. I kicked off my shoes and followed her dow
That was the question I was dreading most. I didn't want to lie to Nico but I didn't want to tell the truth, either. At least, not the whole truth. "It went pretty well. She seemed happy when I left." Nico nodded thoughtfully. Finally I asked, "Do you want to hear about it?"She shook her head. "No, I don't think so." She frowned at the floor. "You really want to quit?""This whole thing has grown out of control. I can't do it anymore. It's not what I want."Nico nodded but didn't argue with me like I had expected. "I guess that's that." She grew quiet, as if having an internal debate, before she asked, "How long is your break?""At least another ten minutes. Why?""I was thinking we could have one last time together before the school year ended. What do you say?"I thought of Kelly and my immediate thought was, no. But then I realized that for the first time Nico was asking me, not telling me, and I glimpsed a hint of pleading in her eyes so I relented. "Okay. What do you want to do?
The seizures are growing more frequent and getting worse. I have headaches and I'm so tired all time. All I want to do is sleep. My short-term memory doesn't work so well nowadays so I had to go back and watch what I had recorded."So, I wanted you and I didn't want to hurt you, but I did hurt you. That day in the coffee shop you were incredibly brave in trying to tell me how you felt. In my panic I lashed out and I'm afraid I may have permanently damaged our relationship. The next several weeks were especially bad for seizures and tremors. I ignored your calls and texts because I couldn't think coherently and I didn't want you to see me like that."When I felt better I went to the computing center, saw the pain etched on your face and I knew I had finally succeeded in driving you away. I couldn't let you go, though, and I had to have you one last time. Maybe a more accurate way to say it would be 'one first time.' Despite all my blunt talk about sex I was no more experienced than you
I woke to a hot and humid day with the threat of a storm hanging in the atmosphere, and as usual I went straight for the coffee. I was soon joined by my daughter. Still in her nightie she looked like a model out of playboy. Her long tanned legs, slim and athletic body, reminding me of a younger version of her mother.The nightie was a light one suitable for the hot weather we had been having lately with Shoe string straps over her shoulders and a low front showing her budding breasts it was nearly sheer, giving glimpses of her B cup breasts. It was bordered with lace along the bottom edge that came just low enough to nearly hide the white panties she was wearing.We had as a family always been open around the house when it came to nudity and with two stunning females in the house that suited me.She sat opposite me at the meal table. "Mom still not home?" she asked as I poured a coffee for her."No," I replied, "she probably dropped in to the newsagent to get the morning paper and som
Well, as nothing was on the box and everyone was asleep or had gone out, I thought I'd go and lie down and continue my interrupted nap, and to hell with the project, that could wait until Monday.It was only a two bedroom house now that I'd converted the third bedroom into a study, but it was all we needed. I often went to take a nap in my daughter's room during the day if she was out so as to not interrupt my wife's sleep. It was always quiet at the back of the house where her room was and she had our old Queen size bed, something that I always felt was more comfy that our new one.The day had got hotter and even more humid, so rather than sweat in my shorts and shirt I stripped down to my boxers and lay down on top of the sheet. After the wank and the boring TV I was soon asleep.Only a short time later the rain started to hit the roof with a steady pattering the sound sending me deeper into dreamland.The sound of a door opening woke me up and I opened my eyes to see my daughter st
In a panic I looked to the bedside clock but saw that it was just 12 o'clock."If we go to the shower and be really quiet we can both get cleaned up without waking your mother." I said.We both went to kiss each other at the same time and held that kiss for a while until both of us knew that if we didn't stop now we never would.In the shower together we both experienced a special intimacy, a stronger bonding than we had ever felt before. We touched each other everywhere and soaped up everything, just loving the openness that we both felt and of course we kissed long and hard and not just on our mouths.Holding her in the shower with the hot water rinsing off the remains of the soap on our bodies, my cock slowly began to grow and stiffen between her legs. She got up on her toes, her legs trapping my erection and pressing it up against her hot snatch. "I love you Dad." She put both of her hands behind my neck and I felt her stroking my cock as she moved her hips back and forth, sliding