Our story continues:
Kimber is in masturbatory bliss, not having been this excited and aroused since she was in college. She's been edging herself then denying herself a climax multiple times this morning. She has to take a break or the next time she won't be able to hold the orgasm back.
Her pussy is pulsating with contractions as she pants out her breaths to get her breathing under control and allow her overstimulated cunt to rest. Nothing new, all well-practiced edging and denial, but so much more with these incestuous thoughts and stories swimming around her craven mind.
She places her hands on the desk, feeling the dusty blotter, wondering how much cum it had been spattered with over the years. This gets her recalling entries from Emm's journal again.
"The harder he fucked me, the wetter I got. The wetter I got, the faster and harder daddy would fuck me. Each time he pulled his cock back, he'd bring more of my pussy juice out of me. I could feel my wetness making its way down the inside of my thighs, knowing that it soon would be pooling on the floor.
Being gone for the weekend, 'She' got a barely earned break from having to use her tongue to clean up our juices off daddy's cock and body, my puss and my body, the desk, the chair, and always last the floor. It was always to be done in that order; daddy would insist 'She' do it that way!
Sometimes 'She' was only allowed to clean up once we were fully done fucking and sucking, other times she is permitted to clean up while her husband is fucking her daughter. The thought of her not being here and me having daddy all to myself added more fuel to the fire burning in my pussy.
"I was sooo very close to cumming."
Kimber reluctantly pulls her heel away from her sopping wet panties and engorged pussy. She stands up and looks back at the leather chair, seeing she has left a small puddle of her grool, her pussy juice on the seat.
She turns pushes the chair back, bends over the desk like she imagined Emm doing for Daddy. She adjusts until her clit is over the edge of the desk, spreads her legs using gravity to apply more pressure to her puss and clit on the edge of the hardwood desk. She lays flat on the blotter, face to the side, hair hanging over the front edge of the desk.
She is tingling with excitement, feeling her wetness slowly make its way down the inside of her trembling thighs. She begins to gyrate her hips slowly while flexing her hip muscles to raise and lower her clit on the edge of the mahogany desk. The gyrations eliciting electric shocks of arousal from her panty covered clitoris that radiate the pleasure out to her extremities.
Low deep moans of wanton lust are now escaping Kimber's mouth. Each flex of her hips, each gyration sparking another wave of pleasure. Her wetness has reached her very ticklish feet. The realization that she has produced so much pussy excretions to wet her panties, leave a puddle in daddy's chair, and to feel running down her legs and feet.
Kimber recalled the passage that best described what she was wanting at this exact moment, bent over daddy's dusty desk, grinding her pussy on the edge.
"It was as if every inch of my being was wired directly to my sex, feeling the pleasure radiate across my body each time his balls slapped against my womanhood, and bumped my throbbing clitty.
You've wanted my baby-making juice deep in your pussy for a long-time princess, he stated between grunts and thrusts. Don't think I don't know how fertile you are right now.
