Untamed Passion

Chrissie sat down on his lap, and he was achingly aware of her nudity as she pressed herself to him, kissing his lips and tugging at his shirt.

“Chrissie we can’t do this, it’s wrong,” he muttered.

“I’m expressing my love for another human being who has loved me for years, a person who has given me everything, a person who has given up sex because of me…so you tell me if I’m wrong Daddy, tell me if you were lying when you said sex was a good thing.” It was said quietly but firmly, no trace left of the tearful young girl he had cradled earlier. What was

worse, he had no answer for her.

“I thought so,” she said, and resumed tugging at his tee shirt. When she had it off, she covered his well muscled chest with kisses. He was handsome, she thought, and his job kept him slim and strong. Her enthusiasm was growing by the second, and she was breathing heavily as her hands went to unfasten his shorts. There was a very large bulge beneath the zipper of his cargo shorts.

“Jesus, no Chrissie,” he pleaded with her, “I’m your Dad for gods sake!” Chrissie pressed a taut nipple to his lips and caressed his hair.

“Right now Daddy,” she whispered, “you’re a man who has been badly hurt, at least partially because of me. You’re a man who is nearly terminally horny.” She pulled back and gazed into his blue eyes.

“Tonight, even though I still call you Daddy, I’m just a woman, and I hurt for you. And I’m going to do the best I can to make things better for both of us. Tomorrow things might look different Daddy, but I’m willing toFrom NôvelDrama.Org.

chance that. Tonight you’re going to surrender to me unconditionally, and I’m going to make us both feel better.”

Sam surrendered.

He lifted his hips as she pulled his shorts off, and he moaned with pleasure as she took his proud length into her soft wide mouth. She sucked him slowly and tenderly, moving his hands to her breasts as she teased his cock with her tongue. Considering all the years he had done without sex, he lasted an admirably long time. He put his hands to her head to warn her that he was cumming, but she stubbornly refused to move away from the tip of his spurting cock, and for the first time in his life he emptied his load into the warm cavern of a woman’s loving mouth. Somehow, it was the most intimate feeling he had ever experienced with another human being. It was amazing. Even more amazing, his cock was still rock hard.

“Ooooh Daddy!” Chrissie giggled, her hand tracing his erection with admiration and desire. She was so precious, so quietly beautiful as she lay back on the big bed. Her thighs spread welcomingly for him and her arms drew him gently down on top of her. Chrissie’s welcome and moist warmth enveloped his cock slowly and lovingly, and the gasps that Sam heard were gasps of pleasure as he slowly stretched his way into her depths. Her hips hitched up at him, drawing his cock deeper into her pussy.

Her eyes closed and she clung to him fiercely, loving him. Chrissie’s heels crept up his flanks and locked together in the small of his back, and her nails dug into the flesh over his shoulder blades as he ground against her

clit.

“Mmm, good!” she panted, “Daddy your cock feels so good.” She was literally rocking with pleasure.

Sam’s pace picked up and he was thrusting deeply and regularly into her when her face screwed up and she began to cum. He flooded her depths moments later, and they fell asleep as they had fucked, tightly wrapped

around each other.

They awakened the same way they had fallen asleep. Sam was worried that his weight might have hurt her, but Chrissie was moving comfortably. She snuggled against him, nipping at his shoulders with her white teeth. “I like waking up with you inside me Daddy,” she said softly.

“Oh baby girl,” Sam said sadly, “what have we done?”

Sam had dressed in his shorts and tee shirt and called in to work, asking for and getting a day off. Chrissie’s concession to modesty consisted of one of his tee shirts over her naked body, which in the light of day was even more tempting than it had been at night.

She made a pot of fresh coffee and then set about making bacon, eggs, an biscuits for him. The smells of breakfast heartened him, though the large exposure of skin from beneath the tee shirt

when she bent over both excited him and made him feel guilty. When she bent over to serve him the biscuits, he could see right down the front of the tee shirt, all of her open to his view. She grinned widely at him.

“Mom may be right Daddy,” she teased him, “I might be a little slut after all…I really love it when you look at me naked.” She sat down across from him with a slice of bacon and a biscuit that she toyed with. She looked mildly troubled, and then she looked him directly in the eye. Her question was framed with perfect innocence and honesty. “I love it when you look at me naked. I loved it when Tommy Snyder looked at me naked too. Does that mean I really am a whore Daddy?”

Sam carefully put his fork and knife down on his plate, wiping his face with a napkin. “Honey, you have to be careful when you start assigning labels to people.” To me a slut could mean any number of things, not all of them bad. Whore is a little easier, that’s a woman who sells her body for money, and it’s not a name anyone could apply to you truthfully.”

“There’s such a thing as a ‘good’ slut?” Chrissie asked, her head earnestly cocked to one side.

Sam sighed. “There’s such a thing as a woman who loves sex and enjoys it freely and without inhibitions…and narrow minded puritanical people who are probably inwardly jealous label them sluts.” He looked down at his big hands. “Baby girl, you can’t base your life and decisions on what other people think. At the end of the day, you are the one who has to live with your decisions, and you have to be able to look yourself in the eye. As long as you’re happy with yourself, I love you. And for the record, I don’t find you slutty at all.”

“Then I must not be trying hard enough Daddy,” she teased, lifting the tee shirt and sliding it over her head. She squatted down in front of him. “I love you Daddy,” she said, spreading her knees wide so that her pussy was visible, “and when I’m with you I want to feel your hands on me. When you look at my tits and my pussy I get horny, and I want you inside me.”

She took his hands and put them on her breasts, kissing him. “You’ve always been there for me, taking my side, supporting me…and you’ve endured a loveless and sexless marriage for years.”

Chrissie reached for his shorts and pulled them down, climbing onto his cock and sliding it deep inside her with a sigh. “Mom was partially right Daddy, with you I want to be a slut. I want to feel your cock in my mouth, in my pussy,” she leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “and inside my ass Daddy.”

He colored and she laughed and wriggled on his hard swollen organ. She leaned her head against his, nibbling at his earlobe. “This is all I want Daddy, for as long as you’ll give it to me.” She stiffened and quivered as she came once more. “I want to be your little slut Daddy, and all you have to do is surrender.”