Impermissible Desires

Making the most of the time before 'His' arrival.

... 

She had already cummed twice before he did. And then, he pulled out of her and rose to his feet, stripping off the condom. 

Her legs were still parted on the couch on which she partially reclined. Truth be told, her ass felt sore but empty. Even though she was tired, she still wanted her arsehole to be stuffed again. 

"Daddy, one more round, please," she begged, her chest heaving as she panted. 

"Let's go clean up," he lifted her and cradled her knees while she wrapped her arms around his neck, her boobs pressed to his sturdy chest. 

Minutes later, they were in the shower, and he was still cradling her knees. The difference was that she was gripping his shoulders firmly as his cock dished out proper justice to her sharp-set asscore. 

"Oh, fuck yess! Fuck~ Ah... Aauh~! ...Mmn,"

An hour later, both descended the steps on the front porch. Underneath her clothes, she had no underwear. 

Harris would be taking her back to her husband's house. How kind of him. 

He opened the front passenger door, and she thanked him before entering. He took the food box from her and placed it in the backseat before assuming the driver's seat and igniting the engine. 

Half an hour later, they arrived at her husband's home, a duplex. He then helped her take her bag and the food box into the house. 

"Welcome, madam, sir," Anna, the middle-aged housemaid, said with a deferential bow.

The duo acknowledged her, and the latter made her way to her assigned room. 

Amelia turned to Harris and winked, "Daddy, since we're here, why don't we..."

Harris placed his index finger to her lips, "Shh. No need to rush. Prepare yourself, I'll come visit the day before your husband returns from his damned business trip."

That was about a week! She really wanted to get slammed in her pussy tonight by his fat cock. She couldn't imagine waiting even an hour longer. 

"Daddy, please..."

He shook his head. "No, honey. Be patient. It'll be worth it, I promise."

"But..."

Her lowered his head and blew warm breath into her left ear. 

"Desecrating the matrimonial bed, making it protest while your pussy engulfs my cock repeatedly. Knowing that your husband could even arrive a day earlier than intended... won't that be more exciting?"

She swallowed. That...

He was right. That would indeed be quite thrilling. 

"Daddy, how about a quickie...in my arse at least...upstairs, or even in the kitchen if you want," she wanted to try her luck once more. Her cunt was throbbing, feeling aggrieved at not being treated properly. "Please, daddy..."

However, her efforts to make him compromise proved fruitless. She could only watch him leave the premises and board a taxi to his place. 

Seven days... 

She would wait for him. But it would sure be torture. As of now, she needed to polish her pearl; otherwise, she wouldn't sleep. 

... 

The day finally came. 

Amelia had given the housemaid a day off to visit her family, and the woman had thanked her profusely. The security guard, Jonathan, was left behind; he would open the gate when Harris arrived. 

At 6 pm, Harris arrived and eventually stepped out of the car with fancy shopping bags. 

"Dad, you came!" Amelia squealed as she ran up to him, fighting the urge to hug and kiss him right there. 

Heaven knew how ravenous she felt right now. These past few days have been torture. She, at one point, had even prayed that a day would be only a span of 30 minutes- a wish that would never achieve reality. 

"Yeah. I bought you these, Amelia," he handed the two black shopping bags to her. 

"Thank you, Dad," she excitedly ran into the house without even looking at what was in the bags. 

After Harris had entered, she closed the door and locked it, throwing the key on the floor without looking behind her. 

They were finally alone. Time to do that special 'workout'! 

"Daddy Harris, I really missed you," she said as she leaned on his chest, undoing his shirt's I buttons and sneaking her hand into the outfit, caressing his chest. "Didn't you miss me?" She asked in a coquettish tone. 

"Of course, I did, my dear." He assured her, tenderly stroking her hair. "Let's go upstairs. And take those bags along with you. You'll be wearing the things inside."

... 

Amelia stepped out of the changing room.

"How do I look, Daddy?" She asked the man who was seated on the leather couch in her matrimonial bedroom.

Her ample boobs sported a white bralette that had a hole in each cup, baring her perky nipples.

There was a black and pink striped high-waist mini skirt around her voluptuous waist.

As she turned her back to him, he could see that the skirt did a poor job of covering her buttocks. As she hunkered forward, he saw the white lace thong that also did a terrible job at covering the succulent folds of her clean-shaven pussy.

Her legs also sported white stockings connected to the garter skirt and lastly, she was wearing black heels.

"Like a naughty little slut," he responded, placing his phone on the side table made of refined tree stump. "Now, come here and please me,"

She grinned, "Yes, Daddy,"

She sashayed over to him, her heels clicking rhythmically against the floor.

Reaching him, she knelt on the chair between his splayed thighs, bringing one of her thighs forward to feel his bulge. Next, dipping her torso, she started kissing him passionately.

Harris's hands snaked under her mini skirt, cupped her butt cheeks and stroked them for a while, even tugging at her thong and letting go of it a few times. In response, she rotated her hips and pressed her boobs closer to him.

They soon parted the kiss, staring hungrily into each other's eyes as they panted for a bit.

Harris a nipple into his mouth, sucking, grazing, gently biting and then, flicking his tongue adeptly around that lucky nipple. He didn't leave the other unattended. Her other nipple was nestled between his two fingers, which tweaked it from side to side, even exerting some pressure, which brought sweet pain to her. 

She didn't yelp; instead, she bit on her lower lip gently, her hand caressing his head as she arched into him.

The moans won, slipping out of her mouth seconds later.

"Yes, daddy. Mmn~ Yes...suck... Suck me, daddy..." She licked her lips, her cunt already begging to be punished for being impish.

They soon got up from the chair.

She sat at the edge of the bed and parted her thighs wide and cradled them, her feet dangling in midair. She parted the thong to the side. "Daddy, so you like what you see?"

He knelt on the floor, between her legs and dipped his head to lick her crotch. Pausing for a bit, he raised his head, "I love your nectar, slutty thing."

"Then..." She said with eyes almost drooping, "...eat my pussy, daddy,"

"My pleasure." With that, he continued eating her out.

Her effort to restrain her moans was like expecting a concert not to be loud. She writhed on the bed, moaning his name, begging for more.

When he was done fingering her, she came, her body spasming for a brief while as she stopped cradling her thighs.

Harris licked up her love juice and sucked on her love bean for a bit before rising to his feet.

Next, he sat on the bed, and without being told, she got off the bed and knelt between his legs, unbuckling his belt and undoing the fly.

Soon, his cock made a majestic entrance, standing with its head slightly curved.

"You're hard, Daddy Harris," she remarked with a grin.

"Good. Your eyes aren't just adornments on your pretty head." He said as she started working his shaft while dipping her head to mouth his balls, bobbing her gently from side to side as she suckled on it.

Shortly after, she started trailing her tongue on his nuts all the way to his piss slit.

And then, she flicked her tongue around the crown of his length and then ran it over its tip while locking a heated, daring gaze with her husband's father.

"Your teasing will cost you, Amy," he warned, but she only grinned and licked his cock slit once more before replying. 

"I can't help being naughty when it comes to you, Daddy. I'll gladly take any punishment later."