"Yes… yes," Melinda cried. "Give it to me! Do it! Oh do it to me!"
The smacking of their bodies locked together in furious passion, the loud panting and gasping was more than Paula could stand as she fingered her pussy to a climax, standing alone in the closet.
"Aaaggghhh," her father groaned, and Paula knew he was shooting his hot cum into Melinda's cunt. Then he fell limply on top of her and they lay quietly in a tangled heap, with their labored breathing the only sound in the room. Paula waited patiently, afraid to move for fear they would discover that they had not been alone. Then after a while, Melinda began to move beneath Paula's father.
"Oh darling," the woman sighed. "What more could a woman ask?"
"Possibly a repeat performance," Paula's father suggested.
Melinda laughed softly. "I have to get back, darling. My husband will be wondering what's keeping me here so long. I have too good a thing going here with you to have him getting suspicious as to what our relationship really is."
"Our relationship is very simply explained," Paula's father said with a grin. "I love his beautiful adorable wife and can't look at her without wanting to fuck her, which I do every chance I get."
"That sounds simple enough," Melinda agreed. "But I don't think he'd like it if he saw your cock right now, buried to the hilt in my pussy – which he considers his personal property."
Paula's father chuckled. His long shaft eased its way out of Melinda's warm wet cunt, was though reluctant to leave it. He climbed off of her and lay quietly beside her. A few minutes later, she kissed him tenderly, before swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She got to her feet and went into the bathroom to wash up. Returning a short time later, she reached for her clothes.
"Here, let me do that for you," Paula's father said as he leaped up from the bed. "You know how much I enjoy dressing you."
Melinda giggled as she stepped into her panties while he held them for her. He pulled them up into place over her shapely buttocks and gave her rear-end a loving pat.
"Don't you ever get tired of dressing me?" she asked. "You do it nearly every day at the office."
"I also enjoy undressing you and I do that too, every day at the office."
"It's a wonder we get any work done," said Melinda.
"Fortunately I have a business that practically runs itself."
When he had her completely dressed, Melinda threw her arms around his neck and kissed him warmly. "Am I your favorite mistress?" she asked.
George grinned at her. "Aren't you supposed to ask if you're my only mistress?"
"That's too much to hope for," she replied with a laugh. "I'll settle for knowing I'm your favorite."
"Wait until you get into the office Monday morning. I'll remove any doubts about you being my favorite."
"I'll get there early and be waiting for you," she said.
"Naked?"
"And deprive you of the pleasure of undressing me?" Her mouth closed on his again as she kissed him gratefully. "Now why don't you lay down and rest for a while? That was an exhausting performance you gave, not to mention a very thrilling one. I'll let myself out."
"Okay, honey," said George. "I'll lay here for a while and think about how good it was."
"Oh! I almost forgot. I had another excuse for coming over here," said Melinda.
"Oh?"
"Bob and I have been invited to this party. It was on rather short notice and our regular baby sitter isn't available. I don't want to go if we can't get a baby sitter. Our oldest, David, is eleven, but that's too much responsibility to put on him, watching out for the other two in case of an emergency."
"I understand."
"Do you think your daughter Paula would baby sit for us tonight?"
"I'll ask her when she gets home," George replied. "I'm sure she wouldn't mind if she has no other plans for tonight."
"Oh good!" Melinda kissed him again, then opened the door to the hallway. "I'll get in touch with her later."
"I'll tell her."
"Goodbye darling. It was nice – so very nice!"
When Melinda left, Paula's father stood there waiting, until he heard the front door downstairs open and close. A moment later, Paula heard Melinda's car pull out of the driveway. Then Paula froze, afraid to even breathe, as her father turned and came toward the clothes closet.
"You can come out now, Paula," he said.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Paula didn't move. She was too stunned to know what to do. Then her father's hand grasped her gently by her bare shoulder. "I thought I heard someone in this closet. Did you enjoy the show?"
"I'm sorry, Daddy," Paula said contritely. "I shouldn't have been spying on you."
"Why be sorry?" he replied amiably. "I enjoyed knowing I had such an attentive audience. Now let's get onto the bed and I'll show you how much I love and appreciate my sweet, beautiful young daughter."
He climbed onto the bed and moved in close to her, putting his arms around her naked body while he kissed her warmly and deeply.
The space between her legs felt hot, wet and vulnerable, and she wanted his huge hard cock inside her more than anything else. It didn't matter anymore that he had been fucking his secretary on this very same bed only a short time before. What mattered now was that he was on the bed with her, and she loved him and wanted him.
"Oh my angel," he whispered against her golden hair. "Oh my sweet!"
Her fingers and hands, and even her legs, clung to him desperately as though he were a shadow that might disappear. His hands were caressing her voluptuous young, full breasts, pinching the nipples into erectness. His mouth closed over them and he sucked noisily. She could feel his long thick cock come to life again as it jerked against her thighs, and she inched her hips forward so that his massive prick was throbbing between her legs.
She ran her hands searchingly all over his body, pressing every hollow – exploring, learning everything she could. They were both breathing excitedly and rocking together as if in tune to music. Neither one wanted to rush, they wanted to take their time, explore every crevice, muscle and curve of each other's bodies. It was the most exquisite feeling she had, ever known – the gentlest – but by far the most passionate and consuming.
Her father's erect and pulsing prick quivered between her thighs, but he had not yet explored the sensitive area between her legs and he wasn't ready to take her yet. His hands grasped her shapely buttocks and pulled her close to him, letting his fingers find the hot wet crease between her cunt-lips, and began to gently rub her cunt until she was writhing and squirming from his touch.
"Oh sweetheart," he moaned against her mouth. "You're so hot!"
She thought that the heat between her legs would consume her, send her up in a cloud of smoke.
"Hold my cock," he whispered, and she slowly grasped his fiery, hard prick and massaged it softly, feeling the lubricant of his passion on the huge bulbous head. She caressed it lovingly, easing the foreskin back and forth over the pulsating shaft, and she could feel his hips jerk with each movement of her fingers.
His fingers toyed with the fleshy, pink lips of her hot, wet cunt, separating them, squeezing them and running his fingers between them.
"Yesss…" she groaned, her voice too choked with passion to be heard.
He slipped one finger inside her, tickling the rubbery walls of her warm, wet pussy. He made her tremble a couple of times, and the passion building up in her body made it all so very delicious. She wanted him to do everything to her, anything he wanted, it didn't matter as long as he never stopped.
His hands came back to the flushed nipples of her tits, stroking them tenderly while she played with his cock. She pushed her body up against his hands, urging him to crush her with his fingers. His already huge prick was growing even thicker in her hand, and she didn't want to let it go. She wanted to hold it forever, feel its length and thickness in her hand for the rest of her life. She didn't care now if her mother were to come into the room and find her in her father's arms, her hand caressing his cock. She just wanted him and now he was going to fuck her!