Kiss Daddys Cock

'And that's the news. Please stay tuned for The Tonight Show. Good night everybody.'

Off the air.

We took off our mikes and headed to our dressing rooms.

'Ryan, are you still good with hosting the girl's party?'

'Yeah, but you owe me one.'

'I owe you one? I think you have way more IOUs to me.'

'OK, fine. I will still do it.'

'Just feed them then disappear. Let them do their own thing upstairs.'

'Are they all sleeping over?

'At last count, yes, all six.'

'So they are doubling up in the bedrooms?'

'I guess, they are college girls, they can figure it out.'

'What time are they coming?'

'I told them six.'

'Good, I should be done with the shoot by then.'

'Why do you keep doing those swimsuit shoots?'

'It forces me to stay in shape. And it is easy money.'

We were at her dressing room. She opened the door. I stopped her by touching her arm.

'I signed the papers today. So it's official.'

'Are you happy? You got what you wanted.'

'I thought we would always be together. That is what I wanted, but you gave me no choice.' I said.

'Listen Ryan. You had a choice. I begged your forgiveness, but you wouldn't give it. Your bruised male ego wouldn't allow it. Mr. TV Sex Symbol's wife sought out sex with another man. Just once. That was it. You didn't believe me.'

She looked down. Tears running down her cheek, smearing her makeup.

'Just one fucking time and you divorce me. Good night Ryan.'

'But Lauren, I...'

She slammed the door in my face.

She was right. I couldn't forgive her then, now I want to. Why did I sign the papers? I should have torn them up.

When we broke the news to Jillian, she moved out with Lauren. She wasn't all the mad at me, it's just she has always been closer to Lauren.

At first, she wasn't happy having the party at my place, but Lauren was going out of town. Jillian's circle of friends couldn't move the date, so Jillian gave in.

The local station management knew about the divorce. They insisted that we continue to be co-anchors. We were the top rated 10 PM local news show. So we would continue to see each other every weekday of every week, plus if we were called upon to do specials.

The network execs had their eye on us to move up to a national desk as a team. So bottom line we had to be our usual sparkling personalities when working together. Landing a network desk would mean huge dollars for us.

Lauren came out of her dressing room and blew by me with a roller board suitcase. She was in a hurry to catch a redeye somewhere. She didn't share that with me.

I turned to head to my dressing room and literally bumped into Brittany. She dropped the script she was reading. I picked it up for her.

It was uncomfortable. Her husband, my wife caught by her private detective.

'Sorry Brittany, I wasn't looking where I was going.'

'That's fine, I shouldn't walk and read at the same time.'

A long pause ensued.

'Ryan, I overheard a little bit of your conversation with Lauren. I signed my papers yesterday.'

All I could muster was, 'Sorry to hear that.'

'She still insists it was just one time with Hugh. I am starting to believe her.' I said.

'I don't. I think they have been going at it for quite a while. I saw the breadcrumbs, but I wanted to ignore them. They are still seeing each other.'

I just nodded my head. Then it registered.

'They are still seeing each other. How do you know?'

'I still get his travel notifications. He is flying out on a redeye tonight.'

'So is Lauren.'

'He hasn't turn me off from Find My Phone. Here he is at the airport. The international terminal.'

I checked my Find My Phone. Lauren was in the same place.

'Looks like he is boarding now.'

'Damn, she is too.'

'What are the odds that they happen to be on the same international flight?'

'That fucking slut liar.'

I was fuming.

Brittany gently took my hand. She changed the subject.

'So the girls are doing the sleepover at your place?'

'Yeah, because Lauren is going out of town with her lover Hugh.'

I let that hang in the air.

'I'll drop Taylor off by 6. What time should I pick her up?'

'Have no idea. Maybe just set a time with her. Text me with the time.'

'Will do.'

She started to walk away, then stopped.

'What do you think about going out to dinner sometime? But no talk about divorce.'

'I would like that Brittany.'

'Let's figure that out when I pick up Taylor.'

'Sounds good.'

I always found her attractive, kind of sexy. Why did Hugh seek out Lauren? Or did Lauren do the seeking?

***

I had to be at the beach shoot at 6 AM. The three of us had ten swimsuits each to model.

Doubt creeped in about finishing in time for the sleepover. It was an hour drive back plus I had to arrange for the food.

I saw her down the beach. My own paparazzi dressed in her usual hoodie and sweats. She had her telephoto lens camera and video camera.

I have no idea how she finds out about the timing and location of the shoots. But she is always there.

She posts her pics and videos to her social media sites dedicated to me. Millions of followers. I don't think it is warranted but it has got me national attention with network.

A segment about me and my swimsuit modeling made the national Sunday morning show as a special interest piece. It doubled her social media followers and generated untold good natured kidding from our local station employees of me.

Comments on her posts came from women and men who are interested in men. Most comments pretty clean, some pretty raunchy.

Today's swimsuits were from Speedo. Some had more cloth than others. All of them tight fitting. When wet, a little too revealing for the mainstream magazines, The other revealing photos picked up by what my agent calls special interest magazines and soft porn websites.

One porn site made an offer to my agent to do a video with one of the high rated adult movie stars. The storyline, she picks me up on the beach, we go to the beach house and have sex.

I checked out some of her work, most of it done in an erotic style, not raunchy. Looks like someone who has polished her craft.

It was tempting but we turned it down. That would ruin my network career.

The shoot went faster than I anticipated. I seized the opportunity to try and meet my paparazzi. She saw me coming and ran. Too much of a head start, I let her go. Someday.

I have sent her DMs offering to meet, but I never got a response. I wouldn't ask her to stop, I am just interested in why. Why does she do it?

An incoming text from Brittany - she will pick up Taylor at 10:30 unless I tell her otherwise.

***

Made it home by 5. LA traffic was... well LA traffic. Two hours to get home.

Jillian's car in the driveway. It had been a month since I've seen her. I found her in the living room watching the Olympics. A glass of wine in hand.

'Hey Jill.'

'Hi Dad. Love your shoot. My god those were tiny swimsuits. You can see your... you can see everything. She had one closeup where... never mind.'

My paparazzi took pictures of everything. Typically she cropped out my face or blurred it, but everyone knew, after all her handle was @LoveRyan.

'Dad, do the companies get mad about her posts?'

'No, they actually like it. The professionally photos look way better, and they are in the finest magazines.'

'I think it is kind of fun that you are so popular and... sexy.'

Suddenly she turned sad.

'Jill, what's wrong?'

She started crying. I sat next to her on the couch and put my arm around her.

'Mom told me that the divorce is final. I was holding out hope that some miracle would occur, and you would stay married, we would live together again, and we would all live happily ever after.'

'Sorry honey. Sometimes I wish that too. Then I get reminded why not.'

'What, what are you talking about?'

'I really don't want to talk about it.'

'Why not? Is it that bad?'

'Okay. So we are having your party here instead of at Mom's.'

'Yeah, she said she was going to visit Aunt Kathryn.'

'I know for a fact that she flying to an international destination with Hugh.'

'No, that is not true.'

'True.'

She went quiet.

'I hate her. She lied to you, she lies to me, anything to get fucked by some guy.'

Tears rolling down her cheek.

'I take back the last comment. After all he is Taylor's Dad.'

'Dad, I worry about Taylor. She sleeps around a lot. At some point, she is going to sleep with the wrong person.'

'Thank god her Mom is a strong person. It will be up to her to keep her in line.' I said.

She leaned into my shoulder.

'Please Dad, please don't let me down.'

'Jill, I won't. I promise.'

'Dad, can I move back with you? The thought of living with Mom now is disgusting.'

'Sure. I would love that.'

She kissed me on the cheek.

'Thanks Dad. I love you.'

'Love you more Jill.'

The doorbell rang. If was 5:30.

'Has to be Mary, she is always early.'

'Jill, I haven't even thought of food.'

She stood up and headed to the front door.

'No worries. I have pizza coming at six.'

'Now I love you even more!' I said.

***

A steady stream of 19 year old college co-eds wearing anything from short shorts to sun dresses to jeans. Long blonde hair, black hair even a red head. All of them carrying their overnight bag and some kind of alcohol -- beer, wine, whiskey. These girls were ready to party celebrating the end of their college freshman year.

The girls were Jill's 'rat pack' of friends. The friendships going all the back to middle school. All of them pretty and smart. And a little bit sassy.

Right at six, Brittany and Taylor rang the bell.

I got it as Jill was playing host to the group.

'Hey,' I said.

'Hi Mr....'

I cut off Taylor.

'Taylor, just call me Ryan.'

'Ok,' she rushed past me.

Brittany asked, 'Need any help?'

Just then the pizza delivery guy walked up to us. He handed me six pizza boxes.

'Thanks,' I said.

He didn't leave and just stared at me and said, 'Well?'

Brittany opened her purse and gave him $10.

'Thanks. I thought your husband was going to stiff me.'

He walked back to his 2002 Toyota Corolla with the pizza sign on the roof reminding me of Toy Story.

Brittany said, 'Well hubby, you owe me $10.'

'Come in so I can get the food out. They don't need to drink on an empty stomach.'

I started setting the boxes up in the kitchen.

'I will let the girls know,' Brittany said.

I found the paper plates and setup a roll of paper towels.

The laughing and giggling headed my way. I stood to the side as they picked out multiple slices, slapped them on a paper plate and headed back upstairs.

Jill grabbed the bag of red solo cups and in minutes they were all gone.

I offered Brittany a drink.

'No thanks, I have things to do.'

I asked Brittany, 'How about dinner tomorrow night?'

'That sounds great. You pick the place.'

I had an urge to hug and kiss her. I was surprised when she gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek.

'It's a date then,' I said.

I watched her walk out the door and down the walk.

I can't wait to see her.

***

I texted Jill and told her I was going on a run. Text or call if you need me.'

She replied, 'NP.'

I think that means no problem.

I changed into my running outfit and headed out the door.

***

'Hey guys, If you need my Dad, it went out for a run.'

Liz said, 'I hope he comes back real sweaty, especially if he is wearing a tiny speedo like he wore today.'

'Jill, ask him to check in on us after the run. We need to see it,' Georgia said.

They all giggled.

We were looking at today's @LoveRyan posts. I had some great closeup's of Dad's package. Sometimes I get just the right photo and use it for...

'This one you can see the outline of the head. It is so big.'

'Look at this one. Those cheeks! So round, so firm with muscles,' Nicole said.

Taylor said, 'I like the video of him coming out of the water. His hair soaked, water dripping down his chest, his speedo soaking wet. His cock... I need to see it for real.'

'Jill have you and your Dad...' Taylor asked.

I said emphatically, 'No! That would be incest! What's wrong with you?'

'Just checking. Would you have a problem if I make a move on him?'

'You're disgusting. Do you have to fuck, no matter the age, every cock you see?'

'No, just the big ones,' she said as she smiled.

'Jill, just joking. He is your Dad. I would never do that to you, my best friend.'

'I hope not.'

I really don't believe her.

Taylor suggested a drinking game. We would look at the @LoveRyan pictures and guess where it was taken. In the comments I had noted the location when I posted the photo or video.

It wasn't long before we were all rip roaring drunk.

Georgia came up with another idea. Who has the biggest breasts. I ran downstairs to get the tape measure. She suggested it because she knew she was the biggest. Of course, it was a drinking game. Because there were six of us, we ranked the breast sizes 1 through 6. You had to drink your ranking in shots.

We stripped off our blouses and bras if needed. I was designated the one to measure everyone to make sure the measurements were consistent.

We took a shot after each measurement.

Alcohol was taking hold.

I announced the results.

No surprise Georgia first followed by Taylor, Liz, Mary, me and Nicole. Even though she was last, I liked Nicole's breasts the most. Just the right shape, not outrageously large like Georgia and Taylor, kind of just right. Mine were a lot like hers. Maybe that's why I like them.

Nicole and I became drinking buddies helping pour each other's shots. Hooking arms, toasting each other, then downing the shot.

I had quite the buzz after the 5 shots.

'We did it Nicky!'

We hugged, our breasts pushing up against each other. I had an urge to kiss her, I can't. I have never kissed a girl.

Liz said, 'Come on Jill. Y'all can do that later. You can take one of the rooms. Georgia and I are taking another.'

Taylor said, 'Mary, looks like we are stuck together.'

Mary said, 'Works for me.'

Liz came up with the next drinking game -- Guess the Pussy Type. We came up with the type definitions.

Tulip we defined as the inner lips barely visible inside the outer lips. Tissue box defined as the inner lips protruding out beyond the outer lips. Hidden defined as the inner lips not visible at all. We knew there might be some that don't fit so we called that Other. We also had to guess whether shaved or pubic hair.

So whoever had the wrong guesses, you had to take a drink and kiss their pussy.

The alcohol freed us up from any inhibitions. In same case, unleashing pent up feelings, desires we had for each other.

No one put on their tops. It was fun feeling so free around my friends. Nicole sat next to me. We held hands. I couldn't take my eyes off her breasts. I was pumped knowing in a few minutes I would see her vulva.

Liz said, 'Who is first?'

Taylor said, 'Me, take me first!'

'Ok. Taylor stand up. Girls sit in a circle around her.'

'All right, let's start discussing and guessing. Feel free to touch her except in one spot.

We started caressing her legs, her firm cheeks, her inner thighs.

Mary tried to slip her fingers into the bottom of her shorts.

Taylor slapped her hand, 'No, no. that's cheating. You can touch me all you want later.

I said, 'Without a doubt she is shaved.'

Liz said, 'I agree and I think she is Hidden.'

Mary, 'Me too.'

I gave it some thought, 'Yeah, Hidden.'

Georgia said, ' I don't know. I am thinking she is not shaved but she is Hidden.'

Nicole said, 'No, I think she is shaved and Hidden. Georgia, you know her, she is so particular in the way she looks.'

'Your right,' Georgia agreed.

Liz wrapped it up, 'OK, we are all in agreement - shaved and Hidden, Taylor, reveal please.'

She broke out of our circle. She had a big grin on her face. I am worried. I think we got it wrong.

She turned her back to us, I could tell she was unsnapping her shorts and pulling down the zipper.

They were tight fitting. She slowly peeled them down. I had to admit, she had a nicely shaped ass. Looking forward to Nicole doing her little strip tease.

Her shorts dropped to the floor. Taylor totally naked, no panties.

Slowly she turned where I could see her profile. Her breasts jutting out from her flat stomach. She was killing us with anticipation.

Then she jumped up in the air and landed with her legs spread wide, her hands on her hips, her head tilted forward with her eyes cutting up to look at us. She broke out in a big smile and said, 'Whose first?'

I was right, we were wrong!

Pubic hair, nicely trimmed and a Tissue Box vulva! Oh my gosh, we have to kiss her pussy. No wonder why she was smiling. All her friends are going to touch her pussy.

'I'll do it,' said Georgia.

Taylor moved to couch. she laid back and spread her legs wide. We all had a better view of the inner lips hanging outward from the outer lips.

Georgia started by licking her inner thigh, working her way up to the bottom of the vulva. She placed her index finger at the bottom of the lips, pushing open the inner lips, working her way to the bottom of her clit.

Taylor was not expecting this. She shifted around, not trying to get away, but to get comfortable.

Georgia withdrew her finger. She wrapped her lips the protruding inner lips and sucked them out. Releasing them to pop back against the outer.

Taylor sighed.

Georgia spread open the lips, the bottom of the clit visible. Georgia plunged down with her tongue, burying it deep inside seeking out the vaginal opening. She began massaging Taylor's clit with her hand.

Taylor placed her hands on the back of Georgia's blonde hair and pulled her in closer smashing Georgia's mouth against the whole of Taylor's pussy.

I was getting warm watching. There is no way, I can do that for Taylor.

Nicole whispered to me, 'I can do that for you Jillian.'

***

I overdid it. I did an extra hour of running. It was good though. I had a lot to think about.

Jill asked me to check in on them after the run. I ran upstairs, literally running into Nicole and Jill. Nothing on top, their breasts bobbing up and down as they walked towards me. They were holding hands. What is going on?

'Jill, Nicole, cover up!'

'Oh sorry Dad. We were playing a drinking game and... I know this sounds stupid, we measured our chest size. We were going to bed,' Jill said.

Taylor was in the doorway totally naked.

'Ryan, you need a shower. Girls, come see how sweaty Ryan is.'

The other three piled out of the room. All bare breasted.

'Yeah, he needs a shower. Can we help?'

'Y'all need to get dressed.' I said.

Taylor walked towards me. What a body.

'I like being naked.'

I said, 'That's nice.'

It's the only thing I could think of.

I turned and ran downstairs. What is going on here?

I stripped off my soaked clothes and hit the shower.

I rinsed then sudsed up. I couldn't help myself. All those bare breasted teens running around my house. Seeing my daughter's breasts, seeing Taylor naked I was aroused.

I took the detachable shower spray head and ran it across my balls. I held up my growing erection and sprayed the underside. Felt so good.

I fantasized about being in bed with the girls. All the girls, even Jill. Especially Jill. So naughty so sexy. I could picture being on top, deep inside of my daughter.

I shook my head, what am I thinking! Think about someone else. Taylor, I saw her naked. Gosh what a great body..

With one hand I stroked my hard on, the other hand holding the warm spray up against my balls. Taylor on top of me. Working my cock like a porn pro. Her big tits dangling in front of my mouth.

Taylor begging me to fuck her harder, suck on her tits.