Watching Clueless

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"You look happy today. Are you excited about starting college this fall?" He asked.

I nodded and turned away.

There was silence.

Then I felt him move behind me. He didn't touch me; rather he stood there—close.

I felt his breath move my hair. I felt its warmth slip between the strands. I moved forward, away from him.

I licked my thumb. Sweet and tangy honey mustard for my chicken fingers. I loaded the remaining nuggets from the tray onto my plate and moved from in front of him. Leaving the kitchen, I went into the living room. He followed. I took his recliner and rested my plate on its arm. He took the loveseat.

"What are you watching?"

"Clueless."

He nodded.

I lifted my leg and rested my heel on the cushion beneath me. I heard his intake of breath. I licked off more honey mustard as my eyes darted over to where he sat.

He was tense. His pants showed the usual tending at the seams. His hands were clinched into a fist. His eyes were locked on the spot that was revealed by my repositioning. I watched him watch me and I spread my thighs wider, as I licked off the honey mustard. Then I reached for another nugget.

I continued to eat as I watched Alicia Silverstone have dreamy fantasies regarding her brother. Well.... Her ex-step brother, not that it really matters.

Oops.

I looked down. I spilled some honey mustard. It fell between my thighs and landed between the moist folds of my shaven pussy lips. It looked weird— the yellow against my dark skin. the liquid substance intermingled with mine.

"Damn.... My dress is ruined!" I cried in frustration. I reached up and started to unbutton the button-down, *stainless* dress that covered my body.

"Oh god." I heard him whisper as I began to expose the valley of my breasts. Down and down I unbuttoned until I reached the lower edges of my breasts. Stopping, I reached inside my top and pulled one heavy, tight-nipple breast out and rested it against the straining cloth. Then I did the same with the other mound. The remaining enclosed buttons forced my titties, up and together. "That's better," I said.

Then I took my plate off the arm of the chair and lifted my other leg onto the seat. My thighs were spread as far as they could go and my dress slid down my hips. I placed the plate between my thighs onto the chair and dipped my honey soaked fingers back in my plate, retrieving another nugget, which I promptly ate.

I looked up then and saw him watching me. His breathing was out of control.

"Want one?" I asked.

He swallowed. I took a nugget and instead of dipping it into the sauce I dipped it between my lips—my pussy lips. I rubbed the soft, crusty meat between my folds, against my swollen, red clit, which pushed just passed the overlapping skin. Sticky wetness oozed out and onto the nugget, moistening it. I reached up and stuck my arm out.

"Want some, Daddy?"

He watched me for a few seconds and a small smirk appeared on his lips. He got up and I watched as the tent in his pants began to move with each step toward me. I looked up as he stopped, standing right between my spread thighs. It was in that moment that my heart began to pound inside my chest. I looked into his eyes and what I saw caused my nipples to tighten even more, my pussy to clench and my head to spin. He looked down at me like he wanted to hurt me. Hurt me so bad. So bad in a very very good way.

He looked at the nugget then back into my eyes. I had his eyes. Dark brown eyes. He kneeled down on one knee and ignored the meat I offered him. He reached for one thigh and slid me forward. My ass felt a slight burning sensation. The roughness of the cushion sent trills through my body. He extended one of my legs and pulled it against his bend knee. Once positioned, he reached for my hip. His other hand dipped low and before I knew what he was about, he slid two thick, meaty fingers between my folds and began to hand fuck my pussy.

I gasped in surprise and lifted my hips. My arm was still extended outward, holding the crusty chicken meat. I lost my breath as his hand dipped low and sharp teeth found the end of an extended bud. He bit my nipple. I was more surprised than hurt. He leaned back and stretched out the dark piece of skin, pulling on my nipples, making my pussy cream even more as his fingers fucked my cunt. Then he released me and his lips encircled my breast, sucking the mound deep inside his mouth.

His body leaned into mine as he continued to suck and naw on my flesh. I began to lightly pant, as it got harder to breath. He was silent as he sucked me. All I heard the slapping wetness of his hand slamming over and over into my pussy. As I opened up, he slipped another, than another finger into my puss and began fucking my puss with four fingers, ramming them into me over and over. His whole body moved with the fuck—in and out, in and out. I began to wail as it grew, as the power of my pussy took over. I spread my thighs wider.

As the hot sensation spread, I could smell it-- the scent of my pussy on fire, being rapidly fucked—Musty, salty scents.

"Uh uh uh," I began to chant as he shoved his digits against my opened, gaping flesh. My fingers tightened against the meat, squishing it as my eyes rolled back in my head. I came in a wave so strong I forgot how to breathe. Harder and harder he pushed into my body, pounding my flesh, sucking on my nipple as if he planned on swallowing it. In fact I think he did, at least a little. My pussy tightened and crushed the attacking fingers, crushing them with all its might.

Down girl. Down.

I lost all my senses and fell back on the chair, gasping from my experience. I felt him released my nipple. I felt his breath on my face as he leaned in close, watching me. Waiting.

"Daddy?" I whispered.

"Hmmm?" He offered.

I opened my eyes and saw him stare down between my legs. I looked down too and saw his fat, swollen cock, barely kissing my open, hot, red hole.

"Daddy? Wait I- Ahhhhhhh." I screamed as his hardness pierced me. Deeper, he pushed until he was lodged inside me to the hilt. I opened my eyes to the feel of his body pushed against mine, pinning me to the chair, his face buried in my neck. I listened to him grunting as I looked over his shoulder and witness his legs extended and budging from the strain of his body forcing his cock deep within me. My legs hung uselessly around him, high in the air.

I groaned at the feel of him. He rotated his hips ever so slowly, massaging my pussy with his dick as the matted hair of his body scrapped against my clit. All I could do was moan as he moved.

"Daddy..." I whispered again. Then he slacked off. He reached under my thighs and lifted me from my position. He moved my thighs upward and swung each leg onto his shoulder and held me close. Then he proceeded to move. He proceeded to fuck me.

His cock expanded within my body. He began to rock. With each rock he started a rhythm, a dance— a dance called fucking. He pushed and slid back and forth. I watched his hips bob as his he moved out of my honey pot, filling it with sensation, with lust, with pleasure better than any drug I've ever tasted.

"Smack, smack, smack," went the sound of our fucking. My sweaty titties slid against his chest as he pounded against me, rocking and dancing and fucking.

'Fuck me, fuck me,' began the chant in my head.

Over and over, harder and harder his body met mine, violating me over and over with the determination of his lust

'Fuck me, fuck me.'

Sweat poured from his body, making his clothes stick to his skin, like a wet glove. It didn't hinder him in anyway. In fact I think it made him fuck me harder. He spread me wide, until I thought I would break. He pounded against me until my surrounding pussy tissue became numb, but still I felt it, still I felt it as he fucked me, fucked me.

Wave upon wave assaulted me as I rose higher and higher, away from the realm of consciousness. Pleasure and pain met and formed a bond, an alliance with a single mission in mind— to raise me to the heavens; to show me what it is like to hear the sweet sound of the singing angels as my body transcended over and I came in a rush.

"Aughhhhh." I heard him growl as my world fell apart. He pushed harder, pounded faster, fighting the contractions that came with my nut, fucking my through my cum. I heard him growl again as the chair began the shake from the force.

I screamed from the unexpected sensation of his teeth biting into my neck as his body tensed and pushed into me. I knew an imprint of his shaped would appear in a huge bruise all over my body. I felt the hot stinging sensation of his cum as it flowed within me, bathing me with its sweet, yet salty, essence.

"Daddy..." I whispered as he went slack and slid from my body onto his knees. My thighs lay loosely on his shoulders as his head rest on my wet pussy curls. His hot breath dried the area around my thigh and I closed my eyes, losing myself in the afterglow.

"Daddy..."

In the background I heard the voice of Alicia... "Whatever!"