Looking down at the young woman who had been a daughter to him all his life, masterfully sucking and tugging away on his granite erection, Paul thrust his hips forward and shot load after load of thick, creamy cum deep down her willing throat. Angela pulled back slightly to allow for more room in her mouth as she gulped down her Daddy's hot load.
As she stood up, she leaned in and rubbed her shaved mound against his twitching, sensitive head and said, "Daddy, that was a yummy appetizer, but you're going to have to wait if you want more, I'm starving and want to eat!" And with that, she bounced out of the shower for her room, leaving Paul spent and leaning against the quickly cooling tile wall to gather himself and eventually follow.
The famished pair dressed themselves and made their way down to Paul's Dodge Charger to drive to the nearby Longhorn Steakhouse. All throughout their meal, Angela would lean over and tease her Daddy, quickly flashing him from the sides or top of her loose blouse, or dropping her napkin and crawling under the table to get it and rubbing his crotch as she made her way back up to her seat. Their pretty waitress almost caught her once, and seemed to think there was definitely something going on, as she would appear and ask if there was anything they needed far more than what one would expect from a normal server.
After everything was finished, the meal was paid for, and they were ready to leave, Angela ran back into the restaurant saying she needed to pee. She came back out a few minutes later smirking like the cat who caught the canary.
"Daddy, take me right here in the parking lot. Fuck me in the back seat of your car like the dirty little girl that I am.", Angela purred. Paul was momentarily taken aback by his step-daughter's boldness, but quickly started the car and drove over to the back corner of the parking lot by the dumpsters, where it was darkest and most secluded.
They quickly jumped to the back seat and Paul had Angela's knee-length skirt pulled up and her panties off in a heartbeat, burying his eager tongue into the folds of her moist womanhood. Angela slammed her hand against the rear side window and gripped the driver seat headrest to brace herself as she fully mounted her Daddy's face and rubbed her pussy all over it.
As she came to another shuddering climax from Daddy's expert tongue, Angela wiped away the steam and perspiration from the window and smiled. She maneuvered down her Daddy's body and whipped off his pants and underwear, slithering back up him and impaling herself on his big cock all in one motion. As she rode him, she leaned in closer and closer to him... her hands pushing against his strong chest to lift herself over and over up and down his dick. Just when she saw his head tilt back and his eyes close she shot her hand out and pulled the rear door handle and flung the door open.
Paul's eyes immediately shot open and he craned his neck backwards to see, wholly upside down to him, their waitress, one hand buried down her workpants, the other up her shirt, who had been watching through the window glass. Angela sat full upright and rode her step-father harder than ever as she brazenly watched their waitress and shuddered through another orgasm.
Angela came to her senses quickly and crooked a finger towards the young black woman. Hesitantly, haltingly on wobbly legs from her own exertions, the waitress came as close as possible to the side of the car. "Daddy, this is Jade. I think you probably remember her from dinner. We had a couple of quick conversations while you were in the bathroom. She seemed to think there was something more than 'casual dining' going on at one of her tables. What do you think, Daddy?"
"Well, sweetheart," Paul began, "I'm fairly certain we ate dinner. I'm fairly certain we were VERY casual with one another. Isn't that casual dining?" Angela laughed, and Paul felt her pussy muscles gripping on his still rock hard cock inside of her as she balanced herself. "Daddy, Jade thinks what we're doing might be wrong, but she was ever so curious anyway. Do you think we can change her mind?"
"That depends on Jade, baby. What do YOU want, Jade?" Paul asked seriously.
Jade edged even closer to the car door, her eyes darting from Angela's face, down her chest where her breasts occasionally flashed out as she writhed on Paul's cock, and down to that darkened junction where their crotches met, and on to Paul's smiling, inviting face. "You two aren't... well, you're not really family, right? That's what Angela said when I confronted her about it."
"No, we're not blood-related, if that's what you mean." Paul answered. He lifted one hand up and back over his head, held out to Jade. Angela held out her opposite hand. Questions... concern... fear... lust... danger... incredulity... these all played across Jade's face. Slowly, she reached out her own hands, and gently took the hands offered to her. Angela and Paul held her hands softly for a few moments. Suddenly, there was the slam of the kitchen door behind them at the restaurant and the spell was broken. Jade looked around wildly, took in the scene in front of her and, with a look that questioned what she was even doing there, bolted for the restaurant.
"Damn," Angela swore, "I've never had a black girl before... I wanted to try one." Paul could only grunt and shrug as Angela reached over and pulled the car door shut before expertly finishing her Daddy off inside her tight, hot pussy.
Angela quickly cleaned up Paul's cock and slid her skirt back down. Paul climbed back into his pants and slid back up into the driver's seat. With a final longing glance back towards the restaurant and it's now hidden potential lover, the two drove home in slightly unfulfilled silence.
To be continued in Chapter 4.
