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🕑 Added 2018-05-24 02:29:43 +0000 UTC “Will you give me a hand up?” Kate asked Clint. The ledge they were under was a good deal taller than even Clint, but by giving her a boast, it looked like she could clear it.Still, Clint hesitated a moment. Ever since he’d picked Kate up that morning, she’d been acting off. Yeah, it was her, she filled out the suit well enough to prove that, and she acted like Kate, but there was just a tension there he hadn’t realized before. It was like all of a sudden both of them had gone through puberty or something. Her costume just seemed tighter than before. Not that she’d gotten fat… although that ass seemed a lot rounder than he remembered. Not that he’d ever stared… before…
“I’ll be glad to,” he said, just as he realized that Kate had realized he was spacing out. He bent down and interlocked his fingers for Kate to step into, then lifted her up toward the ledge. He thought she could just barely make it, reaching out with her entire height for the edge.
Clint’s steady lifting of her put him right at eye-level with the cut-outs at the waist of her costume, and his eyes fixed on the soft, creamy flesh underneath. He hadn’t thought that they were that revealing, and he was one to talk, but seeing them this close, they seemed almost shockingly obscene… God, the way her exposed skin ran under her belt, down her thighs, and nearly to the swell of her buttocks, giving him a perfect idea of what her bare ass would look like under a costume so tight that she might as well be naked…
“Whoa!” Kate cried out, stumbling, and Clint backed up to catch her as she fell into his arms. “Shit! Thanks, Clint,” she said innocently. “I could’ve broken my neck.”
“Yeah, you should probably leave the broken bones to me,” he said, now realizing he was still holding her slim body. “I, uh…”
“I think I twisted my ankle,” Kate said. “Could you please carry me over to the couch?”
The earthquake that had ripped the building in two had thankfully left a couch as comfortable as ever, and Clint cradled Kate in his arms to carry her over to it. He set her down, then seated himself at the end of the couch and put her feet up in his lap to check them.
“Is it broken?” Kate asked. She raised her leg up to his face as she spoke, and out of the corner of his eye, Clint could see how her thighs spread to reveal the goddamn cameltoe at her crotch.
“I don’t… let me see,” Clint said, caressing her ankle, looking at her face to see if he caused her any discomfort. She returned a coy gaze, eyes simmering as he kept touching her and touching her and touching her.
“You’d make a good dad,” Kate said.
“Eh?” Clint asked, absent-mindedly continuing to check for breaks up Kate’s calf.
“You’re very caring. Very sensitive. An impressionable young woman like me would be lucky to have you for a daddy.”
“That’s, ah…” Clint stopped his hands, noticing that they were going up Kate’s knee. “That’s…”
“Your wife would be pretty lucky too, knowing you’d do anything for her kid. Knowing that you’d do anything for her.”
“Oh, I…”
Kate reached down to take hold of his hand, and tug it further up her warm inner thigh. “Bet you’d be a good daddy to your wife too.”
She pulled his hand to her groin, and he felt the hot moistness of her cunt, even the bristling pubic hairs through the thin material of her costume, and her hardened little clit. He found himself circling it with his forefinger.
“Oh, daddy!” Kate whimpered. “That feels—uhhhh!—so good!” She spread her legs wide, rotating her hips against his hand. “Please, daddy—harder!”
Clint felt a growl deep in his throat as he sunk his fingers into the crotch of Kate’s costume and literally ripped a patch of it away. Underneath, she wasn’t wearing any panties—I fucking knew it! He shoved his callused finger into her tightening passage, probing and exploring her wetness, making Kate thrash around wildly. Her leg showed no sign of being broken as she wrapped it around his neck, pulling him into her lap. Clint shoved his tongue into her quaking sex, licking and sucking her sweet little pussy until she went over the brink, gushing into his mouth.
“Ohhh, shit—no other girl is lucky enough to have a daddy who makes her come so hard,” Kate whimpered. She sat up, still breathing hard, and wrestled over him until he was leaning back on the couch and she was straddling him, her hands down at his fly, feeling his hardness. There was stunned disbelief in how fervently her hands ran over his engorged length. “Please can you make me come one more time? Please? Just use your big dick this time, daddy. I know that only special girls get fucked by your fat cock.”
Groaning, half unable to believe that this was happening to him, but more than half unwilling to let go of the best piece of ass he’d gotten in months, Clint reached down to unzip his fly and yank his manhood out into the open.
“Oh, daddy, it’s gotten so big!” Kate gasped, eyes wide, cheeks red. “Is it that big for me? Has it gotten so big and hard because it’s going to fuck me?”
“Damn right,” Clint said, settling his hands on the oval cut-outs that exposed her hips. They made perfect handles as he eased her down onto his member, Kate gasping and groaning as she took more and more of his length inside her creamy pussy. From the tightness he felt, Clint wasn’t sure she’d have even been able to take his knob if it weren’t for him having licked her to orgasm a moment ago.
“Thank you, daddy!” Kate cried as she worked her way down his manhood, breasts heaving, her face contorted into heavy panting as his hands forced her down. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
Clint grunted as he jerked her the last of the way down, lodging himself inside her, and he felt Kate orgasm, her inner folds tightening around him in a rhythmic milking of his prick. When he looked into Kate’s eyes, he saw that they had rolled back into her head, perspiration having broken out all over her flushed face.
“Oh, fuck—daddy… I don’t think I can take anymore, daddy. Can you please just come? Come inside me, daddy. Give me your cum and make me the happiest girl—“
Clint couldn’t take anymore of her simpering, innocent voice talking to him like such a slut. He groaned, giving up on holding back, and just had time to slap her pert buttocks. She clenched around him, mouth gaping in surprise, and he came, feeling a release in his erection that put all his most recent masturbation to shame. Kate’s mouth fell open, eyes enormous, as she felt him spill inside her—she actually put her hands on her taut belly, as if to feel his seed shooting into her from without. Then her eyes rolled back in her head, another climax as he just kept pumping.
Kate sagged forward onto him, her chin on his shoulder, her pussy melting around his dick—he could feel his own excess semen spilling out of her, warmly lapping at his crotch. With what little energy he had left after his tremendous orgasm, Clint idly patted her hip, and Kate giggled as that sent a thrill rolling through her.
“You’re such a good daddy,” Kate sighed. “And I’m such a bad girl. Maybe later, you can punish me for being such a bad girl.”
And Kate gasped again as she felt a trembling go through his limp erection.
Comments
Shendude
Veeery hot, but I'm not 100% clear on how it connects to the previous chapter.
That was fast. And hot. I'd like to continue this and I'm excited to see what you do with it.
