Karling masterminded a fail-safe plan tonight and that plan was to trick her father into banging her senseless. She had her advantages and her disadvantages being the sole blonde teenage bombshell daughter of Mr. Rick Cummings. Her own disadvantages were the possibilities that her own father might not be interested in her like every other boys and men outside the house was, or the risk that this impending act might be so bad that it would blind him from her irresistible seduction.
She was a seamless, tall girl of about nineteen years old, blessed with the deepest blue eyes one could ever ask for – "killer eyes of a devil!" some of the townsfolk had exclaimed. Because this night was a special one, she had chose to wear a silk nightgown with nothing else underneath.
No panties, no bras, no bullshit.
Standing behind a corner, she peeked at her father, who was slouched on a leather couch of the living room and watching the news on T.V., wanting so bad to have him, wanting so bad to please him. Her father was a handsome and successful Wall Street lawyer in his forties, dark-haired, toned with fine muscles, (he was also shirtless so you could his naked chest) and had the sexiest lawyer voice, too. Oo-la-la, what a papa to have. Unlike her father, Karling got her lavished blonde hair from her mother's side . . .
Ah, Mother, she thought, smiling sinfully, I almost forgot about you. It's a good thing you're out of state, visiting Grandma, or else I had to seduce and fuck Dad right in front of you. It's a very good thing you're not here.
She felt prepared tonight. Hornier than ever. Her hair was a rigorous, wild blonde with strands curling as far to her appealing buttocks. Sweats was starting to break out under her gown. She even felt a warm bead trickling down between her round breasts, trickling down to her naval. One more bead of sweat trickled down from the nape of her neck to the crack of her ass. She thought of her rear-end with infinite pride and wondered what Dad would do if she sat on his face. All the men in town could never resist ogling at the perfect shape of her ass, amazed at how those buns stretched in her usual taut jean short and how those toned thighs flexed as she bend over to tie her shoe.
Those were some of Karling's advantages.
His presence here in their huge Georgian mansion was so rare that his firm seemed to be his second home. If Mother was here, she would be crawling all over him right now, jabbering and talking his head off about this and that and whatever other boring shit. But she wasn't here and inside this tremendous mansion, with the housekeeper off-shift, it was just father and daughter.
"Daddy?" she called out, stepping into the living room, like an innocent wanderer. "Hey, there you are. I thought you were already sleeping."
Her father looked at her with those suave eyes of his, momentarily sneaking a look at her gown, and greeted her with a charming smile. "No, just watching the news."
"Anything interesting."
"Hardly ever anything interesting on the news, babe."
Karling was appalled to hear what her father just said to her. She found this the perfect chance and time to initiate the plan. So she walked over and stopped in front of him, blocking his vision on the television screen and crossing her arms in a mischievous, seductive manner. "What did you just call me?"
His attention with the television faltered as his eyes fell on Karling. "Mmm?"
"Don't 'mmm' me, I know what you just called me." She lowered to her knees and crawled toward him, pausing right before his opened poise. "So you think I'm a babe? Tell me the truth, do you?"
"Of course I do, sweetie," he replied, smiling composedly. "Doesn't everyone?"
Hoisting her chest and pulling closer to his crotch, she flashed him a roguish, playful smile. "Yes, but isn't it a little naughty to flirt with your own daughter?"
Then Mr. Cummings's smile dropped to what seemed to be subtle alarm. "Whoa, I don't think I was-"
"Oh, but you were. It was in your subconscious."
"Yeah, but it doesn't mean anything."
"It means everything without the conscious knowing. I think you want me and you don't even know it."
Her father chuckled, obviously embarrassed with the situation. Uncomfortable? Not at all. Karling even thought she caught a slight movement on his crotch area. She found this a good sign to move her plan to a higher level. This one was the final route where it either would take her to where she wanted, or it would be a just a devastating dead-end failure. But she was willing to do whatever it take just to have him tonight no matter what the risk. Everyone who knew Mr. Rick Cummings knew him as a contender, a man who couldn't lose, a charismatic lover, and a man with a high ego.
Let's see just how high his ego was.
"Um, Daddy, there's a rumor going around that you had an affair with Mrs. Creed, my best friend's mother. Is this true?"
"What?" He chuckled again, rubbing the back of his neck with an uncertain smile. Obvious sign of a nervous liar. "There's lot of rumors going around that I'm having affair with everyone. Trust me, dear, it's all a bunch of bullshit."
"But I heard Mrs. Creed telling someone on the phone about this. Oh, I don't know. I'm not so sure but she also said something about you being a premature ejaculator."
That was when her father's eyes became wide with wounded confidence. "Karling, I'm sure whatever you heard was all just a stupid agenda to get back at me-"
"But are you a premature ejaculator?" she asked, putting on a disappointed childlike face. "Mrs. Creed also was saying something about how it explained your last name, Mr. Cummings, and how well it suited you. Ouch. That would ruin your own self-image, wouldn't it?"
"I can assure you, sweetie, I'm not."
The biggest question of the night: "Can you prove it to me? Just between the both of us, Dad, can you prove it for me?"
The shocked expression was so great on his face that it was cute. "What? Prove it to you how?"
"Oh, I don't know," Karling murmured, tossing her hair back and biting the bottom mouth. "I was thinking more along the line of . . . giving you a handjob?"
"WHAT?!"
"Well, if you can last more than a half-hour, then it shouldn't be a problem." She pretended to make a naive expression of a confused child. "Right?"
"Listen, I don't care what anyone think. I'm very good at sex. I can last all night keeping a pace without an orgasm and I'm sure a handjob or any other sex tricks isn't going to make me have a 'premature ejaculation' in less than a half an hour."
Then the magic ego-tempting question: "Do you want to bet?"
He looked at her for what seemed to be a long time before shaking his head. "I . . . I don't understand."
"Sure you do, Daddy-o." She placed a hand on his leg and leaned closer, both of her melon-sized jugs hanging loose under her gown. "The bet is that I can make you ejaculate in less than half an hour. And I think I can, no doubt."
This remark infuriated him. He grabbed the remote, turned off the T.V., and scolded her with a defiant, bothered look. "No, you can't. No matter what you'd do, no matter how beautiful and good you are, you wouldn't make me cum if you had all year."
As soon as this contradiction came out, Karling, being hurt at his comment, uttered a frustrated growl, clutched at his pajama pant, and jerked it down to his ankles. To her astonishment, a huge cock sprang in the air and, seeing the true size of his member, she gasped. It was an absolute 12-inched erection. Gorge of thick veins pulsed at his girth, like purple strains, and the helmet was a fat mushroom-shaped monster with a pair of huge nutshells hanging underneath. All in all, it was the most beautiful-looking cock she had ever seen.
"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed.
"You like it?"
"It's so fucking big. I've never seen anything like that. Well, except in porn movies. Doesn't it hurt Mom?"
"Every times. Think you can handle it?"
She heard the clock ticked to 10: 00 and somewhere in the back of her mind, a gunshot rang and the race began.
"The bet's starting now." And Karling wasted no time with the countdown. She grabbed his cock with both hands, feeling her heart skipping a beat at this sudden act, and began jacking him at a furious motion, grunting at each jerk she gave him. It was a long shaft and her palms, slick with sweats, glided smoothly up and down. Grasping his cock smoother and yanking in a slow, tentative stroke, Karling could even smell the impending sex in the atmosphere. She realized after looking at his face he showed no sign of giving in.
Fuck this.
She spat a huge line of saliva on his cock and began jacking him harder, with one hand whirling with his balls. Another large spit and the double-hand-jacking continued. "You like that, Daddy? Huh? You like it when your own daughter giving you a nice handjob, mm?"
His straight face faltered and tensed a little. Sweats was starting to come down his forehead.
"Yeah, I bet you do, Daddy," she cooed, massaging and polishing his cock with a long, tight stroke. "You're so big. Fuck. I bet you'd like to tear me a new asshole, huh? Fuck me with that unnatural dick and make me scream, huh? You wants me, huh? Admit it, chickenshit, you wanted to fuck your own daughter since I was thirteen, huh?"
He closed his eyes and moaned.
"Oh, Daddy likes it!" She buffed his pole with a sheen haul and kissed his crown, lingering her tongue at the head of the iceberg. Then she engulfed her entire mouth down on his monstrous flagpole, engulfing until half of his cock disappeared in her tight throat, and pulled it all out with a wet slurping smack. Mr. Cummings groaned. Dribble of spit drooled down her chin as she smiled coquettishly. "Yeah, Daddy likes it a lot."
It was blowjob time.
She began licking his cock in a long, sloppy caress, going from the bottom of his shaft to the highest point of the mountain. She never had a cock this big, let alone had anyone ever manage to hold in longer than a blowjob. Sex wasn't her first time but having a cock over the average size was. This was going to be fun! She drowned his cock again, draining all of the life force being suppressed in his organ, and moaned as a head grazed beyond her gullet.
