Mafia Desire (Erotica)

A final stroke, and even Eric was amazed at the volume he produced, the intensity of his orgasm. Pausing his action to aim toward my awaiting mouth, He shot forth a torrent of semen hitting me directly upon my lips. Much of his first spurt entered my mouth, before resuming his masturbating, coating the rest of my face, a rope running from forehead to chin. My nose dripped with a snot-looking thread of cum, my tongue protruding to catch and display the last of Eric’s present.

“Ugh, shit,” Eric gasped as the last of his sperm dripped from the head. “Fuck,” he sighed as I lasciviously scooped cum from my face into her mouth.

“Are you OK?” he asked, after another minute of silence.

I didn’t answer. He waited a few moments, then shook me gently

“Are you still alive?” he questioned.

“I’m cum-drunk,” I rasped, turning my head just enough to look at him.

“You made me cum so many times my brain is scrambled.”

“God, you were an animal, were you thinking about your Dad?”

“Would you be mad?”

“No, honestly I wouldn’t.”

“At times, I did, I have been for a long time now, and it’s actually your fault.”

“My fault? How so?”

“You’re the one that has me starting to watch incest movies, you started the whole thing, before that I’d never thought about it.”

“Oh, God, I’ve created a monster,” Eric said laughingly.

“And Linn?”

“Yes, I would.”

“God, I want to be there, I want to watch you lick her pussy, watch when she sucks your cock, watch her face when you enter her pussy, her tight little pussy.”

“God, you’re making me horny again. Sweet girl, where does that come from, your Dad, I guess.”

“Yes, that’s what he used to call me, his sweet girl, or sweet little girl.”

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“Daddy, I know you’ve been working like crazy, and it’s Friday, so, I want to cook you a fabulous dinner tonight. Tonight will be all about you.

I could hear the smile in his voice over the phone. “Sounds great Sweet girl, I’ll be home around 7 or so. I’m looking forward to the dinner.”

I spent the afternoon cooking. I made Stroganoff, broccoli with cheese sauce, and a nice cherry pie for dessert. I put on Daddy’s favorite music mix of oldies from his college days. I set the table and even put some flowers in a vase. I poured some of the Merlot out into a tumbler and added enough vodka to refill the bottle. I added some mashed sleeping pills and shook the cocktail, then I poured a little into a wine glass and tasted it. I couldn’t taste a thing but the wine. So I added a bit more vodka. Still no vodka taste! I added just a little bit more for good measure. I put the bottle on the dining room table with the place settings.

I was all sweaty from my work in the kitchen. This would never do! I jumped in the shower and got myself all cleaned up for Daddy. I used my favorite summery-scented body wash, lathering it all over my body. But of course, I imagined that it was Daddy’s strong hands caressing me, soaping up my tummy, lathering my thighs, squeezing my titties, and sliding two fingers into my pussy. In and out, back and forth, playing with my clit. I felt my breath starting to come in little gasps and felt my knees start to weaken. No! I stopped myself. I was really tempted to give myself an orgasm right there in the shower but decided to wait. Soon I would have the real thing, my Daddy’s fabulous cock, inside me for real. I could wait for that.

After my shower, I put on my new yellow tank top and knee-length white skirt. I put my hair up in a ponytail with a nice yellow ribbon and painted my fingernails yellow, too. I decided against wearing any makeup. I didn’t want it rubbing off on Daddy when we started getting intimate!

Everything was ready. I poured myself a small wine glass of unspiked wine from the tumbler and sat on the living room sofa to wait for Daddy. I was still thinking about his long, thick cock, and how good it would feel in my hands, in my mouth, and in my pussy. I thought about how Daddy would instantly realize, as soon as his cock was inside me, that we were meant for each other; that his cock and my pussy were a pair ordained by the heavens. That the pleasure would blow away anything he’d ever felt before. And how we would be lovers forever after. The sexy, loving thoughts, as well as the wine, were giving me a nice warm buzz.

When I heard his key in the lock, I put my wine glass aside and ran to the foyer. As Daddy walked in the door, I threw my arms around his neck and gave him a big sloppy kiss on the cheek. How I wanted to plant that kiss on his mouth, to snake my tongue down his throat, and rip his clothes off him! But I knew I had to chip away at his inhibitions first. I would stick to my plan.

“How was your day, Daddy?”

“Oh, the usual, Sweet girl. I’m just glad to be home. What are you cooking? It smells wonderful, and my God, you look…. incredible!”

I watched him stare at what I was wearing. More to the point, what I wasn’t wearing. The yellow tank top struggled to contain my large breasts, braless, a large expanse of side-boob protruded around the almost completely transparent material. My areolas and nipples were completely visible.

I took his briefcase and put it aside. I loosened his tie and took his hand and guided him to the sofa.

“Thank you, Daddy. Let me get you a glass of wine, and I’m glad you like my new top.”

“Oh, God, I do, and can’t wait.”

Can’t wait for the wine or the fuck, we’re gonna do later on?

I poured some of the spiked wine into a large wine glass. I sniffed it carefully. It smelled normal. I took it back out and gave it to him.

We sat on the sofa for a while, just talking about little things as Daddy unwound from his day at the office.

Daddy had noticed that my skirt had ridden app my ass and in the process revealed the bulge of my pussy sitting snugly in the white thong between my upper thighs. I noticed his glances but made no remark or indication of my disapproval, no, on the contrary. When I laughed I arched my back, and threw back my head in laughter, knowing that more of my wet pussy was exposed to Daddy and for him to take a better look at the pussy he was going lick and fuck in only a few hours.

Eventually, we went to the dining room and I served. “More wine, Daddy?” I made sure his glass was never empty.

“This Stroganoff is delicious. I sure love your cooking.”

“Thank you Daddy, but make sure to save room for cherry pie!”

“You are a wonder. It will be a lucky man who marries you!”

I just smiled to myself and poured him some more wine. I limited my own wine intake and only drank from the unspiked wine in the tumbler in the kitchen. I didn’t want to lose my own head.

“Ready for dessert, Daddy? Cherry pie, your favorite!”

He loosened his belt. “Maybe a little slice. I’m pretty stuffed. And I’m getting tired, too.”

I got up and kissed him on the top of the head.

“Coming right up.” I went to the kitchen, and I could feel his stare at my round butt cheeks, half exposed to him. I cut him a huge slice of pie, and headed for the dining room, humming and smiling happily to myself. As soon as I got within sight of the table, I stopped short.

There was Daddy, chin on his chest, fast asleep.

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“Here you go, Daddy, a nice slice of pie.”

No response. I carefully poked his shoulder. Nothing. I shook him, gently. Not a twitch.

Great, time for part two. I maneuvered his body so I could reach my arms under his, clasp my hands together in front of his chest and get him to his feet. But he was very wobbly, and I had to steady him as we sluggishly made our way to the guest bedroom, I knew there was no way I was going to get him up the stairs to his bedroom, so I brought him to our guest room. When I got him there, I let him down slowly, and he collapsed onto the bed on his back.

I looked at his sleeping form. He was snoring gently. I untied his shoes and took them off. I unbuttoned his shirt and wiggled it out from under him. And then I unbuckled his belt and trousers and pulled them down his legs. I folded his clothes neatly and placed them on a chair.

My eyes traveled down his tanned muscled chest and abs following the dark trail of hair leading to his giant bulge. God, how I wanted to tear off his underwear and ride him hard, but I had to secure him first.