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K's Tenth Playground
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The next chapter in my story inspired by
Kate's Playground
, by MyJimmy. In it Krissy and her father explore their new arrangement together, getting a little dangerous. Yada, yada, yada, don't try this at home. Enjoy!
Chapter 2
But it could be chapter 10, if you know what I mean...
The next few days passed relatively uneventfully. I returned to work and Krissy continued to enjoy her summer with her friends.
I posted the point of view pics to the website and, as I had predicted, it created quite a surge in traffic. Krissy was well on her way to making her five grand.
A couple of times I tried to engage Susan in some frisky fun. My heart wasn't fully in it since I knew it would mean the end of my 'agreement' with Krissy, but I figured I owed it to Krissy to make a real effort. But Susan was like an icebox and I got nowhere. I decided to step up my game.
It was Friday. I had cooked a candlelight dinner for me and Susan, which got me a big kiss on the cheek from Krissy as she headed out for the evening.
"You are the sweetest man in the world. This is your night daddy, I can feel it."
But several hours after she was supposed to have been home I got a belated text from my wife telling me that I should just wrap up the leftovers and leave them in the oven as she needed to work late.
Krissy came back to the house to find me alone in the kitchen staring out into space, a beer in my hand and a sputtering candle that had burned down to a nub. She guessed what had happened right away.
"Oh daddy," she said sadly.
"It's fine. Her job is important to her," I said.
"No daddy, it's not right. You really tried and she didn't even bother to show up."
Krissy pulled the beer from my hand and put it on the table.
"Come on. Wallowing won't do you any good."
Even though I hadn't thought I really wanted this to work, I suddenly found myself overwhelmed with the growing realization that my marriage was really and truly falling apart.
"Honey, I appreciate you trying to cheer me up, but I really just want to be alone for a bit."
"Not up to you dad," Krissy said firmly.
I looked up at her quizzically. She planted a hand on her hip and unbuttoned the front of her jeans with the other.
"We had an agreement. I just spent the night dancing and flirting with boys and had to leave without any getting any. So I'm horny.
"I need a cock to suck and someone to eat my pussy and per our agreement the only person who can service me is you. So mope on your own time. Pull those pants down so I can suck you off. I wanna taste your delicious cum again."
I was shocked, and almost instantly hard. Not about to argue, I shrugged my pants and boxers off and sat back down on the chair. Krissy kneeled in between my legs and grabbed my cock, staring lustfully at it.
"Mom doesn't know what she's missing," she sighed as she dropped her mouth over my cock and started to suck enthusiastically.
Let me tell you, the best cure in the world for depression is a vigorous blow job. Five minutes later I had forgotten about my wife altogether as I blasted thick loads of cum in Krissy's eager mouth, then threw her on the kitchen table and ate her out. She came hard on the table, then again on the floor as I pulled her down and she rode my face.
Still we weren't done. Shedding clothing on the stairs and in the hallway as we kissed and teased one another like lovers we made our way to the bathroom to clean up. Under the hot water of the shower she sucked me off for a second time and I returned the favor once more myself. Finally, both of us completely spent and satisfied, we toweled off and went downstairs, cleaning up the evidence of our crime.
After a few minutes we found ourselves sitting on the sofa in the living room wrapped in towels, our clothes collected into a heap on the chair next to us. For a while we just sat there, smiling at one another and holding hands. We both knew the evening was about to end and neither of us wanted to acknowledge it.
"Hope your old man wasn't too terrible a substitute for a summer fling," I joked.
Krissy shook her head and rolled her eyes, smiling.
"This is so weird. I can't believe I'm sitting here with you and about to tell you...No, forget it."
"What?" I asked, playfully tugging at the towel fabric around her breasts. "Tell me."
Krissy looked down, not meeting my eyes. "Telling you that...that for the rest of my life your tongue will be the yardstick I use to measure oral sex. I have never cum so hard on a tongue as I did on yours, daddy."
Shyly she looked up to my eyes to gauge my response.
"I think you're just trying to boost your old man's ego."
Krissy climbed onto my lap and put her hands on my chest.
"Believe me daddy, I wish I was. It would be so much easier if I was."
I pulled Krissy in for a kiss. Not a chaste father-daughter kiss, but a deep lovers kiss that Krissy returned with fervor.
After a minute of making out with her squirming in my lap I could feel myself getting hard again. Krissy pulled back from our kiss and glanced down at my crotch, smiling.