Christy the cumslut

I was dozing off on the couch Sunday morning, the television quietly displaying an infomercial. The sudden presence of another person in the living room woke me up and I looked over at my daughter. Christy was fifteen and beautiful, walking toward me with long smooth legs. She was wearing her sleep clothes, a pair of pink cotton panties and a t-shirt that once had been able to cover those panties, but since she developed breasts it had slowly inched its way up her thighs so that it now left her belly button showing. I immediately grew hard under my robe.

Christy climbed onto the couch with me and draped herself over my lap, resting her head on her folded arms. I stroked her luscious blonde hair and her cheek. She opened her blue eyes and turned over onto her back, resting her head dangerously close to my throbbing erection.

“I think they’re bigger this morning, Daddy,” she suddenly exclaimed, sitting up and hopping onto my lap, her small ass rubbing my prick as she slid herself into a comfortable position. She pulled her t-shirt up over her head and tossed it on the floor.

I looked at my daughter’s perfect pert tits. Of course, it had only been a few days since the last time I had examined them, so I knew that there would be no visible change, but I eagerly cupped her mounds in my hands, bent my head down to peer at them.

“You might be right,” I said, gently sucking on a nipple. She hugged my head hard, holding me against her breasts.

She moaned. “I’m so horny today, Daddy. Can’t we go somewhere together?”

I had switched over to her other breast, sucking its nipple while I palmed the other. “Like where?”

“I don’t care. Anywhere. I want some cum. A lot of cum.”

“How much?”

“A lot, Daddy,” she groaned. “I want to bathe in it.”

I gently moved her off my lap and onto the floor. She knelt between my legs. I opened my robe, releasing my seven-inch cock. She wrapped one hand around it, her fingers barely touching her thumb.

“I’ll tell you what,” I said between deep breaths, “if you can make me cum before your mom gets home from church, I’ll try to give you a cumbath this evening.”

She needed no other convincing. She expertly took me into her mouth, noisily sucking and slurping my hard shaft, her tongue wagging over my cockhead, my balls, and the purple veins in my cock. She drooled over my tool, jerked me off messily. Finally I came, shooting load after creamy white load into her mouth, onto her tongue and teeth, over her lips and chin. She swallowed, licked herself clean, swallowed, licked me clean, and swallowed some more.

“Alright, baby,” I said, taking her back into my arms and on my lap. “I’ll give you a cumbath tonight. Rest that mouth of yours, you’re gonna have to do a whole lot of sucking.”

She grinned, rubbed her panty-covered ass over my semi-stiff dick. Then she got up, put on her t-shirt, and went to her room. I spent most of the rest of the day making phone calls.

I explained to my wife that I thought Christy and I needed to spend some quality time together. I told her we’d be going out to dinner and to a movie. We might stop to have dessert after the movie, so she shouldn’t expect us home early. My wife, ever-trusting and naive, thought it sounded like a grand idea.

I drove Christy to a nice motel. I didn’t want a hotel, as the room would be busy and I wanted us to be undisturbed by bellhops, room service, and the like. However, finding a motel that actually had baths was tricky. They almost all had only showers. One, however, had an equivalent of a Honeymoon Suite, which included a nice sized bathtub and free bubble bath to go with it.

Christy loved the room and immediately looked at the bathtub. She came out with a look of concern on her face. “I don’t think I’ll be able to get that tub full by myself.”

“I have enough donors for you, baby. I’m sure.”

“Yeah, but I’m sure to get lockjaw or something.”

I looked thoughtfully at the tub for a moment.

“I could call some friends. If that would be okay with you,” she suggested.

“This is your day, Christy. If you want some friends to help you, by all means, have them come over.”

Christy went to the phone and placed some calls. “They’ll be over within the half hour.”

“Okay. My guests aren’t scheduled to start arriving until forty-five minutes from now anyway. I wanted some time alone with you again first.”

Christy grinned seductively, pressed her back into me, “Oh yeah?”

I reached around her and unbuttoned her blouse, pulling it off roughly. I tore her bra between the cups, removing that as well. She walked toward the bed and I pushed her face down onto it. She lay still for me as I stripped, then lifted her hips so I could pull her shorts and panties off. She had a great ass, round and clean and tight. I squeezed her ass, a cheek in each hand, then grabbed a bottle of lubricant I had kept in my shirt pocket. I lubed up my first finger and gently rubbed her asshole, then poured some lube into it.

She shivered and gasped as the cold gel touched her deep inside. “What are you doing?”

“I want to fuck your ass, Christy.”

“I don’t know,” she made to stand up, but I pushed her back down, grabbed a pillow to stick under stomach, another for her to bite down on.

“I do know, Christy. I want to fuck your ass.”

I probed her gently with my finger. She cried out, bit down on the pillow, and trembled as I went down to the second knuckle. She was tight as hell, and I was throbbing to get inside her. I pulled out, then pushed in some more, turned my finger around, all the while she groaned and gasped into the pillow. I looked between her legs – she was dripping wet all over the pillow and sheets.