Dressed in shorts and my t-shirt I headed down stairs. It would be a couple hours before either Miriam or Stacey showed life. Sleeping, what a waste of time. I made coffee, settled in to watch the early morning news. Time went quickly. I moved to my office, getting online again. I had to visit Stacey's bedroom. Just barely light, seeing in her room was difficult, but I strained just the same. She was sleeping soundly. As mid morning approached, I again pulled the web site up to check in on my girl. I found her in the shower, soaked, and lathering her body. I watched her, noting how absolutely beautiful she is. Her hands washed over her body, soaping her body. Her hands moved slowly over the breasts, flicking each nipple, first one then the other. I sat immersed in her sensual shower. Her hands again moved to her mound, fingers pleasuring her body. I watched as she brought forth an orgasm that almost buckled her knees, causing her to fall back against the wall. Her groans, her grunts filled my auditory senses. I was rock hard again. I wanted to bend her over grabbing the water fixtures, moving in close behind her. I wanted to slide my cock down her crack, slipping it into her wet slit. I wanted to grab her hips, pull roughly back on my penetrating cock, slamming 9-inches of rigid cock deep into her womb. I wanted to slam my flesh against hers, our slapping bodies filling the shower enclosure with flesh against flesh noises, hear her grunt with each thrust, hear her scream as I ground my crotch tightly against her ass, driving my hard cock deep. I would fuck her hard.
And then my luck turned for the better. Miriam got a call from her sister late in the day. Her dad had had some chest pains, and was admitted in the hospital for observation and testing. We talked, she called, scheduled a flight, and was going to head up home for a few days to be with her mom while dad finished his tests and any surgeries that might be required. It would be a strange Christmas, but Stacey and I thought it best for Mom. We drove her to the airport early next morning, catching a red-eye flight.
As we headed home, I took the time to chat with Stacey. We stopped to have breakfast. It was the Tuesday before Christmas. Upon arrival back home, Stacey immediately headed to her room, wanting to take a nap. I gave her a lingering hug, pulling her close, squeezing her tightly. With her arms around my neck, she pulled me close as well. I smelled her soap or perfume, her skin was soft as I nuzzled her neck playfully. As I gave her one more squeeze, she exhaled deeply, even groaning slightly as my body pressed against hers. I looked deeply into her eyes as she slowly pulled away from me. "Night Daddy," she laughed as she headed up the stairs.
I hustled to my office. I sat down at my computer, quickly pulling my web software up. I quickly located my cameras, and sat back to watch. Stacey was in the bathroom when I was able to access the cameras. Coming out of the bathroom, she easily pulled the sweater up, off her body. Stopping, she quickly removed her jeans, bending at the waist to pull the jeans off her feet. She leaned toward the camera, so I was unable to see the view presented by her ass. I could look down her back, over the globes of her rump, but no direct view from this camera angle. Standing, arching, she removed her bra, brushing her forearms back and forth over her boobs, either to get rid on an itch, or to absorb feeling free. I am not sure which, but I liked it. Grasping the desk, she lifted each foot, pulling off her socks. Dressed only in the smallest pair of panties, she pulled back the covers and crawled into bed. She laid on her back. Knowing that she typically started on her stomach, I continued to watch. In a minute, she had thrown the blanket back, and was caressing her tits.
I watched as her hands slid down her body, grabbing the waist band of her panties, and pulled them down and off her body quickly. Now stark naked, she stretched long and tall. Her fingers played in her pubic hair, lazily running her fingertips over the small patch of hair. Her hand snaked down, her fingers plunging into the folds of her cunt. Jumping, her body arched slightly to meet her intrusion. Her tongue licked her lips, her mouth opening as her face contorted through a mass of varied looks. She changed looks several times, with each a movement or stroke of her slit. As she pulled her knees wide, I focused on her glistening wet slit. I sat, riveted in my chair as she slowly, and deliberately raked her clit back and forth, her fingers sliding firmly from side to side over her engorged clit. I could not breathe. I sat on the front edge of my desk chair, stroking my cock softly. She reached her second hand down into her crotch. Her fingers parted her lips, slipping two fingers into her cunt. As she stroked her clit, she pushed her fingers into her pussy. I sat mesmerized as her cunt lips stretched with the withdrawal of her fingers, grasping, pulling her long supple fingers to invade her body again. Minutes passed, her breathing, her groans filling my senses over the speakers. She would bite her lower lip to curtail her verbal noises, but her fingers would continue to penetrate her body and cause a groan, a gasp. Moans rolled from her as she fingered her clit. I stood, my cock rigid, pointing toward the monitor. I wanted to shot lines of creamy cum on my monitor, to have it drape her face, to fall on her firm, taunt, hard nippled tits. I hammered my cock.
Stacey arched, held her body rigid, and erupted in involuntary spasms, her legs clamped together, rocking side to side. She lay curled, knees to her chest for several minutes. Finally, she stretched her legs out, lying flat on the bed. She played slowly, softly in her pussy. Movement stopped. Her breathing returned to normal, even growing deep as she slipped into a deep sleep. She had not covered her body. My mind started yelling. Now was the time to go to her, to take her, to have her as mine. I lost logical thought. My cock brain took control, my lust overpowering all logical thought. I stripped off my clothes, padded out of my office, hit the stairs, and bounded up to Stacey's room.
I reached to the knob, turning slowly, quietly. The handle turned, freeing the mechanism from the door jam. I pushed the door slowly. It opened. My nerves on edge, my mind racing, I hesitated, grew bolder, and moved into her room. Stacey was fast asleep. I crossed the room, reaching the foot of the bed. She had pulled one leg up, bending at the knee. It lay to one side, opening her pussy to me. I leaned over, placing my hands on the bed. I could smell her sex, my nostrils flooding my senses, my blood rushing to engorge my growing cock. I leaned forward, finally laying on the bed, my mouth inches from her glistening pussy. It was so beautiful, the lips covered with a wisp of hair, her lips red, the pink flesh of her clit protruding, begging for my lips. I stuck my tongue out, leaning, my tongue touching the sensitive flesh of her clit. I slid my hand under her raised hip. My tongue flicked her clit back and forth so softly. A small groan, a wiggle of her hips made me jump. She raised her other leg. I moved quickly to slide my hand under her other hip. I pulled my hands up over her thighs, my fingers wrapping over her legs. I pulled my face tight into her cunt, sucking her clit into my mouth. A split second passed, her hands reached to my head, startled, her hips jumped upwards, into my face. I nipped at her clit, pulling it into my mouth, holding it firmly between my teeth. My tongue thrashed it back and forth.
"Daddy," screamed Stacey. I looked into her eyes. Startled, foggy from deep sleep, she did not know what to do. I shook my head, tugging her clit, tongue flicking back and forth quickly. Her head bent backwards, her hips tilted, wiggling against my mouth, my tongue. I moved to shove my tongue into her wet hole. A grunt, a gasp for air rushed from her. "No Daddy," she screamed. "Daddy," she continued. I thrashed her clit firmly, pulling her tight against my face. She tasted fantastic. I sucked her flesh into my mouth, her wetness seeping from her cunt. "No! Stop it!" she shouted at me, attempting to sit. I lifted slightly, pushing her body down as I ate her pussy. She twisted hard to the side. I pulled her back down.
"Lay still honey," I commanded. "Let Daddy make you cum," I whispered as I dove back into her cunt. I ravaged her pussy, licking the full length of her slit, jamming my tongue into her hole, biting a lip, grabbing her clit, and repeating the movements. Stacey continued to squirm. She was whimpering, pushing on my forehead. I pulled harder, pulling my mouth to her clit. "Lay down," I commanded. I nipped her clit again.
"Ow Daddy," she cried out. "Stop!" she glared at me. My tongue danced over her sensitive flesh. Within minutes, her body gave way, her orgasm building from deep within. Her hips arched, lifting high above the bed. She reached to prop her body up above the bed. I slowed my tongue, focused on bringing her to climax. Her breathing grew raspy, her hips flared, lifting hard, flexing, and flopped down on the bed. "Yes!" she half growled, her hips thrusting up, down quickly under my tongue and mouth. Her cunt flooded, sending new juices into my mouth as her orgasm washed over her. Her breathing grew deeper. Her clit grew sensitive to my tongue.
