Caught Watching Daddy’s Homemade Porn (3 page)

She gripped the headboard for support and
continually dropped her hips. Her uncontrollable shuddering forced
her to shake her pussy on the toy which only added to her intense
pleasure until the cycle of quivering with elation gave her no
control over her body and she fucked the shaft harder. Helplessly,
she dropped onto the toy and writhed as her orgasm she tried to
delay surged through her. She gripped his sheets and squirmed as
any movement intensified her powerful peak. “YES!” She reached
between her legs, and simply pressing her finger on her clit made
her scream. “FUCK I WANT THIS TO BE YOU!” She curled up, her entire
body seized by her orgasm. She whimpered as the climax soothed
every inch of her, even the hot aching between her legs—although,
her pussy thrillingly throbbed against the toy. She squeezed down
around the girth to draw out her pleasure, and she didn’t pull the
toy out until her body collapsed with gratification.

She rolled to her back, with legs flopped
open. She was in no hurry to turn off the camera. Her climax
relaxed her, and because she didn’t care if Darren discovered her
in his room with a vibrator in hand and no panties on, she let her
fatigue take over and she shut her eyes.

“LINDSEY,” DARREN SAID FROM his bedside, and
when she opened her eyes with a yawn, she noticed she had rolled
onto her stomach into a position that wouldn’t stir desire.
Nevertheless, she grinned wide when seeing him. “Can we talk?”

“Yeah, I’d like that.” She turned over,
laying on her back before propping herself up on her elbow.

“No, you won’t really.” He looked at the
camera at the end of the bed and then back to her. “When I gave you
that toy it wasn’t because I hoped to use it with you. I just
didn’t want to make you feel bad. I was trying to tell you what you
can’t…come in here and use…you can’t use any of my stuff. Do you
know what I mean?”

She did know. He didn’t want her using his
toothbrush, but didn’t know how else to say it. She sat up, and
looked down to her lap. For a moment she thought about giving him
the silent treatment again, but deep down she knew they needed to
clear things up. “So you’re not into me at all?”

“You’re my daughter.”

“No, I’m not.”

“You know what I mean. You
are
my
daughter and I’m twice your age.”

“Just say it, Darren. If you don’t want me,
don’t play the age card or pretend we’re suddenly related.” She
took her toy from off his pillow and got up from his bed. She felt
uncomfortable laying there knowing she was unwanted. “Just tell me
it will never happen because you’re not interested, and let me
pretend like this is just a phase or something. But don’t treat me
like a kid.”

“So you have feelings for me now?”

“I’m not answering that. I’ve humiliated
myself enough for the past few days. I’m not going to start
describing the depth I feel if anything.” She held out the vibrator
for Darren, suddenly not wanting it anymore. If he wasn’t giving it
to her because he wanted to use it with her, it would only remind
her that he caught her masturbating with his toothbrush and at that
point, she simply wanted to forget the last few days ever
happened.

“Lindsey, I…”

“No,” she quickly interrupted and accidently
collided into his shoulder as she hurried from the room. “Forget
it.”

LINDSEY HID IN HER room all night. She
didn’t dare come out even to use the restroom. But when the house
was quiet and she was positive Darren retired to his room, she
tiptoed out to the hallway. After a quick trip to the bathroom, she
dared to glance down to his room. The door was shut tight, but the
blue light from the television glowed from under the fame. She
heard moans, and rolled her eyes. It angered her that he chose to
jack off alone then come to her, but what did she expect. He was
older and she was his daughter. What else needed to be said?

She was about to quietly go back to her
room, but then heard it—her own voice crooned from inside his room.
“Fuck my pussy, Darren! Give me your cock!” Lindsey froze, and
smiled while listening to the sounds of Darren’s soft groans that
she barely heard over her soft screams from within his room.
Unquestionably he was enjoying her video while he thought she was
asleep. For a while she wondered if she should go to her room and
gloat about his interest in her. Apparently he was bothered by
their age and she was once his stepdaughter, but if he was in there
stroking his cock because the sight of her nearly nude body was
enjoying the toy he got her, he was interested in her. Maybe she
only needed to prove to him it was okay for him to fuck her, and
within minutes they could be thrusting into each other with the
kind of veracious greed she was wishing for.

Lindsey could practically see herself laying
on his bed, one foot on the mattress, another around his waist, and
her swinging her hips up to meet his cock as he pounded down into
her. His hot cock would crash into her with insatiable hammering
that lasted all night. He’d make her pussy wetter than she knew
possible, and she’d climax harder than any other time in her life.
There was nothing holding Lindsey back from going to him, and with
every intention of making him fuck her, she went into his room.

The door creaked open, but she didn’t care
that she stopped him from stroking it when she entered. She smiled
at him, feeling a swell of pride that he was in the buff, sitting
on the bed with his hand around his base.

Lindsey stopped at the foot of his bed,
gathered the hem of her long shirt and lifted it over her head.
Once she dropped it, she had nothing on. Darren watched her, giving
no sign of discomfort or will to stop her. He simply kept his eyes
on her as she lay on his bed, opened her legs slightly, and began
to caress her clit with her finger.

“Do you prefer the real thing?”

“Of course I do,” he said quickly.

“So do I.” She continued to grin. She
expected him to crawl to her or eventually move from his spot, even
if it was to tug on his cock in unison with her finger. In case he
didn’t get a perfect view, she parted her knees wider and with her
other hand she spread her lips. “Are you going to take what you
want?”

“No, it’s wrong.” His jaw clinched, when he
glanced between her legs. He was angry, but by his tone he wasn’t
upset with her. He was mad at himself for wanting her.

She opened her legs even more, and then
slipped a finger into her pussy, wet the tip, and then rubbed the
juice onto her clit. He watched her every move, but he didn’t begin
to tug on his throbbing shaft. She didn’t stop. Lindsey caressed
her sweet spot, occasionally wetting it, and as long as his focus
remained on her she was determined to hold his attention. She began
to rocked into her finger after a few circling swipes before
slickening her skin.

“I want you to fuck me, Darren.”

He finally released his pulsating cock,
turned away to get up and shut off the television, and like that
he’d come to a conclusion. He wasn’t having any of it. “You need to
go, Lindsey. Get out of my room right now or there will be
consequences. We’re not doing this.”

Lindsey’s shoulders sank, but she was still
determined. She stood from the bed and touched his back while he
avoided her. “No, Lindsey. I mean it. Go,” he said, speaking to her
from over his shoulder, but when she didn’t remove her hand, he
slowly faced her. Her hand grope along his tone hips to abs. Though
his words were harsh, he looked into her eyes, almost as if he was
begging her to stay. “You’re not leaving are you?”

“Not yet. Are you threatening good
consequences or bad?” She smiled again because she dared to lightly
scratch toward his cock and he didn’t step away or demand she stop.
Then she turned her hand, gasped his dick, and stroked him how she
wished he would have a moment ago. “I’m going to stand on my tip
toes,” she said as she rocked up onto the balls of her feet, “put
my leg around you,” she slinked her heel up his calf until her legs
were spread, “and then I’m going to put your cock in my pussy to
see what you’ll do. Because I’m not leaving this room until we get
the real thing. We’re going to fuck, and now I know you want to.”
Lindsey stroked his length, and ground his head against her
opening. She was trying to make him penetrate, but she couldn’t
squeeze him in.

Darren groaned, closed his eyes, and for
several heart beats, he let her get away with touching him. But
then his eyes shot open, and he frowned. “You shouldn’t…try
dominating me, Lindsey. You saw the video with Mara. She
conditioned me to take orders, and although I follow them, my days
of submitting are over and I forcefully exert my dominance. You
don’t want a guy like me. You’re too pure.”

She disagreed, and continued to stroke him.
He groaned when his cock bent as she drew his head up, crushing it
into her clit. He leaned into her hand, pumping into her fist
before he stopped himself. “That’s why I said no earlier. You’re
right it’s not about your age, and I’m fully aware you’re not
really my daughter, but I fuck hard and you’re not ready for that.
You need a guy who’ll make love to you every night, not eat your
pussy for dessert and then bend you over a kitchen table to get
what he worked for.”

“That’s
exactly
what I want.”

He searched for something in her eyes, and a
second later he said, “We’ll see,” before he jerked his hips to
free his cock from her hand. Then he took one large step, forcing
her backward. When she hit the bed, she fell onto the comforter.
Darren wasn’t too far behind. He followed her, quickly positioning
himself over her. “Spread your legs wide, Lindsey, and if you blush
once I’ll know you’re not ready for this.”

“Fucking doesn’t make me blush.”

“I’m not going to fuck you…yet.” For the
first time his stern expression softened, and she saw only saw a
glimpse of his cocky grin when she dropped her knees to the bed,
following his order. “You’re a good girl, Lindsey.” He ran his
hands up and down her inner thighs with a light touch.

“The best,” she said.

Then he tested her. He dropped his nose to
the bottom of her throat before sliding the tip from her chest to
her sex while taking in a long, slow breath. When he stood, he
smiled because she didn’t squirm with shy nerves. He lightly
brushed his finger along her bare vertical lips. “Do everything I
say, understood?”

“Okay.”

“Rub your clit, but otherwise don’t move or
stop until I tell you to.”

She gave a nod, and she expected him to
climb over her to mount her for a hot lay, but instead he left the
room. “Dad?” she called after him when he entered the hall.

“Rub your clit, Lindsey.” He calmly walked
away.

Although perplexed, she began to caress her
sweet spot, lightly flicking her petals back and forth. With her
middle finger, she manipulated her nub, bending it right to left
and then right again with speed. She jolted each time she crossed
over. She continued stroking until Darren came back.

He returned with a bowl of fruit. Darren
took one look at her to make sure she was doing as he asked, and
then proceeded to set up the camera by the bed. “I’m going to give
you something else to watch,” he explained when he began to record.
“Keep rubbing.”

She zipped her finger along her sex,
manipulating her nub with added strength, but still she watched
Darren. He took his time pealing the fuzzy from the peach before
cutting it into small pieces. Curious by his actions, she watched
his every move. He sliced small wedges before dropping them in the
bowl. They were all sizes, because he paid more attention to her
finger swiping her clit than the knife he held.

“That’s enough,” he said when he finished
his task. Then he brought the bowl over to her, setting it on her
stomach. The cold ceramic made her jump. He smiled, liking her
reaction.

“You’re putting that in me, aren’t you?”

“I want to eat you,” He nodded, “and peaches
and cream sounds good to me.” He wickedly grinned. Then he
proceeded to sit on the bed between her spread legs, but he still
moved them to open her wider. After that, he took a peach,
squeezed, and let the juice drip down to her belly. Again she
jilted with each cool drop. He crushed the fruit between his
fingers, making the peach give up its juice. The spray drizzled
onto her chest, stomach, and thighs. And when her skin was speckled
with the sweet, he ate the last bit.

Next he took more peach, soft and ripe, and
began to cool her core by sliding each piece up and down her sex
before plunging the fruit inside with one finger. She could feel
the juice leaking, and dripping down to the bed. Still he swiped
more peach on her clit until sticky. But he continued to add more
and more fruit to her cave. He emptied the bowl that sat on her
stomach, and then with slow leisure he stood to take the bowl to
his nightstand table.

“How sticky are you, Lindsey?” he asked, and
then licked his fingers. “Touch yourself and tell me how sticky you
are.”

Lindsey fingered herself, and this time when
she rubbed her clit, her skin tugged nicely. “That’s so hot!” He
stroked his cock while watching her. “I want to put my dick in that
stuffed pussy. I want to pack it in with my cock, and then make you
suck me while I eat you.”

Juice squeezed out of her opening when she
clamped down, aroused by his suggestion. She whimpered when he
stepped toward her, ready to coat his cock with the peach since her
pussy so clearly needed it. He leaned down, putting a palm on the
bed, and with his other hand he held his base to keep his shaft
from bending while he pumped. His hot head made her moan. He felt
so much warmer than expected, but the peach cooled her sex until
his cock would feel deliciously hot. Her skin pulled when he
pressed against her entrance, but when he began to dab his tip and
wet the end, the resistance was perfect. The tugging made them both
groan. He held his head against her, and then continually
pushed.