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Hey Mister
Hey
Mister I really like your daughter,
I'd like to eat her
like ice cream
maybe dip her in chocolate Mmm.
Nice way to wake up. Remembering a dream about Jude,
covered in chocolate, with me licking it off of every inch of her
body. Too bad it wasn't reality. For
the moment at least. Rolling out of bed, I shed my
boxers as I walked across the room to the bathroom, leaving them in a
pile on the floor. Turning on the water, I adjusted the temperature,
losing myself in my fantasies again while I waited for it to warm up.
Images of the other night flashed through my mind—Jude
and I were working late in the studio, and I'd dozed off in a chair
while she was out getting some dinner. I can't remember what
x-rated dream she was starring in that time, but the next thing I
knew, I was waking up to my pants unbuttoned, and her mouth on my
dick. God she was good. She had me gone in minutes,
swallowing it all like a pro, looking up at me with a sheepish smile
as I opened my eyes, still dazed from the intensity of my orgasm.
"You liked that?" she said coyly, buttoning my
pants up and placing herself on my lap before slamming her lips
against mine. The sound of my phone shook me from my
reverie—a text from Jude, asking where I was—a signal that I
needed to get my ass in gear. I called her quickly,
moving back toward the shower as I waited for her to pick up.
"Where are you? My dad's waiting until you get here
to make sure I have a ride into school," She said, huffing
impatiently into the phone. "Do you really want to go
to school that badly girl?" I asked, laughing while examining
myself in the mirror. "Well, I'm in the mood to
learn," She began slowly, drawing her words out in a childish tone,
"but I was thinking maybe you could be the teacher today—I've
been bad." "Aren't you still sore from last
night!" I asked incredulously, looking at the reflection of my
back—I still had marks from our session on the soundboard.
"Maybe you could massage it out for me," She said,
her voice taking on a throaty tone. Groaning, I quickly
spoke into the phone "I'll be there as soon as I've gotten a
shower girl." "Why don't we just save water, and
have you shower over here?" She suggested her voice the picture of
innocence, "I assure you it'll be more fun than showering at your
place." God she knew how to push my buttons. "I'll
be there in five," I said, throwing on my jeans a shirt as I ran
out the door. Hey Mister on your way to work
in
your Volvo, suit, and tie
We'll, be crawling in your bed
soon
messing around, maybe getting high I
knocked on the door of the Harrison house, shoving my hands in my
back pockets as I waited impatiently for it to be opened. "Hi
Tom," Stuart said, as he opened the door, briefcase in hand, "I'm
off to work, better hurry if you're going to get Jude to school on
time! Have a great day!" "By Mr. Harrison," I
said, passing by him into the house, turning to watch him get into
his car. "It's Stuart, Tom." He yelled
laughing as he opened the door to his blue station wagon, climbing
into the car, "Try to get her home from the studio early tonight."
I nodded, watching him back out of the driveway,
jumping when I felt a pair of hands wrap around my waist, yanking me
into the entryway. "Hey gi-," I began, my words
lost in Jude's demanding kisses. Taking control, I
kicked the door shut behind me, then turned her around, pressing her
hard up against the door. Spreading her legs with my knee, I stood
with my hands resting on either side of her head, pinning her there
with the weight of my body. Breaking the kiss, I worked
my way down her neck, and along the neckline of the low cut tank top
she had on. "What about school," I asked between
kisses, working my way slowly up to her ear. Gasping,
she breathlessly answered, "They think I've got a photo shoot."
Lifting her off of the floor, and wrapping her legs
around my waist, I began to move away from the door towards the
stairs. "I think I've got a camera in my car girl,
if you want to at least have some truth to that story," I growled
before forcefully capturing her red lips, stumbling up the stairs
toward her room as her tongue invaded my mouth. As we
reached her room, she shoved an arm out, blocking us from entering.
Confused, I broke the kiss to look at her, wondering
what she was up to. "Not here," She said her voice
catching as her lips grazed mine, "My Dad's—his bed's
bigger." I watched in surprise as she wiggled her
eyebrows and smirked. Laughing I turned and headed farther down the
hall, enjoying the kisses she planted along my neck.
It's
not what you did,
It's not what you didn't
God
gave her a perfect body
and now I'm all up in it. I
tossed her onto the four poster bed, laughing at the amused look on
her face as she bounced on the mattress. I quickly followed her,
crawling up the bed, tossing aside pillows as I went, pursuing her as
she backed toward the headboard. Finally, she had
nowhere left to go, I took the opportunity to pin her against the
soft feather bed with my body weight, slowly inching my hand
underneath her shirt. To my surprise, she slapped it away, squirming
out from under me, flipping me over so she was on top. As
I laughed at her aggressiveness, I sat up to take her lips once
again, but she tore my shirt from my body before shoving me back down
hard against the bed. "What was that for?" I asked,
surprised at the force she was using, wondering why she was removing
the two scarves from her belt loops, "What are you doing with those
Jude?" "Shhh," she said, an evil glint creeping
into her eyes, "You've been a bad boy Mr. Quincy. I'm just
making sure you get the proper punishment." Comprehension
dawned on me as she reached forward and wrapped the scarves around
each of my wrists, tying them to the posts on either side of the head
board. "Kinky, much Harrison," I asked, raising an
eyebrow, enjoying the view as she began to slowly ease her shirt off
of her body. Leaning forward, she whispered seductively
in my ear, "You have no idea." Gasping as her
breath hit the sensitive skin on my neck, I watched enthralled as she
leaned back, rocking herself to her feet before slowly pulling
herself up between the two posts at the foot of the bed. I
was entranced as she wiggled her hips seductively, performing a
private striptease, until she was down to nothing but her tiny black
mesh thong. I groaned as she continued her dance, almost drooling
when she took her breasts in her own hands, teasing her nipples with
her fingers, making herself moan. I was ready to cum right then.
"You want some attention then?" She asked, lowering
herself to her knees, giggling at my eager nod. She ran her hands up
and down my chest, toying with my hardened nipples, before trailing
the tips of her nails down to my waistline, unbuttoning my jeans in a
slow, torture-like fashion.
I groaned again, growing even harder
as she eased my pants down. My dick sprung free quickly because I
hadn't bothered to put on boxers in my rush to get over here. I
watched in amazement as she ripped my jeans down my legs, and then
quickly took me into her hands, stroking slowly up and down. Soon
she leaned over, taking me into her warm mouth, my dick twitching at
the soft wetness of it. She hollowed out her cheeks, and gazed up at
me, the wanton look in her wide, innocent eyes almost made me blow my
load right then. Knowing that I wouldn't last much
longer, I gasped as she took my entire length in her mouth, "Oh
God, baby, you have to stop, I can't—oh God." She
apparently got the hint, and moved up my body, standing again,
centered over me with a foot on either side of my abdomen. She began
slowly easing her panties down, giving me a wonderful show from my
vantage point. She tossed the underwear aside, and slowly lowered
herself down, stopping just above my erection to lean forward and
capture my lips. Noticing a wicked look in her eyes, I
groaned as she moved her hips seductively, hovering over me, coming
close, but never touching. I strained against the scarves, trying to
break my restraints, wanting to grab her hips and slam her down onto
me, but it was no use—the knots held fast. Seeing my
frustration, she giggled again, planting feather-light kisses up my
chest and neck, working her way towards my ear. "You
really want it, don't you?" She asked in a breathy tone, her
voice low and husky. Without waiting for a response,
she slammed her hips down, burying my inside of her soft, tight
center. God it felt good. It was one of the things I
loved about her—no matter how many times we slept together, it was
still so goddamn tight. It was like the first time every time. I
moaned as she began to roll her hips against mine, slowly rising and
lowering herself on top of me, arching her back and closing her eyes,
a look of pure bliss crossing her face. As she tortured
me with her slow deliberate pace, I watched as her breasts bounced as
she moved around, straining to touch them, to make her thrusts faster
and deeper. I got my wish moments later, as she began to lose control
herself, lowering herself completely down, before rising up until I
was barely inside of her. She reached between her legs,
back arched, rubbing her clit, moaning as she touched herself. Her
other hand went to her breasts toying with her hardened nipples,
making me groan with pleasure at the sight of her playing with
herself. I began bucking my hips against hers,
increasing the pace, until I finally came, screaming her name,
hearing mine passing through her lips as she followed me over the
edge. My eyes closed, and breathing hard, I felt her
collapse against my chest, spent, still joined with me. Moments
later, startled by a sound in the hallway, Jude jumped off of me as
we opened our eyes in horror to see her father standing in the
doorway. Shit. It's not she's a tramp.
It's not she's not pure.
She just likes getting
her fuck on,
and its good one of that I'm sure