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Daddy’s Helper”Tell me a story, Daddy.”Martina was settled in next to me on the sofa, snuggling and cuddling after our dinner, in the mood not for a television show, but one of my stories. “Tell me a fun one!” By that, she meant a naughty one. She liked those. Our bedtime stories and after-dinner time had become more and more intimate since we’d been living on our own.”Tell me the one about when Yvette was your helper at that concert.”. . . . . Oh yes. I recalled. That was the day I played a 4th Of July picnic, filling in for the regular guitarist with a band I used to jam with. Yvette had begged to serve as my assistant for the day. That morning, she showed up at my house in her red shoes and that sexy top she knew I liked, so sheer, and with the plunging neckline and exposed midriff.. “Other guys always try to see through it to look at my boobs, but you always just stare at my belly button. Why?” she asked when I saw her in it. I just looked at it and smiled, imagining a pool of my cum glistening in it. “Don’t distract me, Yvette. We have some things to go over before we pack.” I was taking three electric guitars that day, the Les Paul, the Stratocaster and the Telecaster. “Remember which is which?” She leaned over them looking for labels. I caught a glimpse down her top and saw she was wearing a little tan demi-cup bra, and her little titties were almost falling out of it. “How bout we just call them the starburst one, the blue one and the white one?” As always she was perfectly sensible and, as her next remark showed, “and now you look at my boobs. I was starting to wonder about you,” very observant.”The Paul is sunburst, not starburst. But alright. Let me show you how to tune them. You will need to do this a lot after I finish using one.” I showed her how to work the tuner, standing over her as she plucked each string and turning the keys. My cock was just about face-level to her and as she looked up from the tuner, she stared at my zipper. She always seemed to enjoy cock-teasing me, since she first started taking lessons as my student. It was a fun little game normally but I had too much to think about. “Some ground rules. There will be wives and girlfriends there, but they will all be older. And there will be young guys there, drinking. You stay with me. The entire time. You stay where I can see you, just off stage, with the guitars. Understood?” She said to my cock, “I won’t let you out of my sight.” I had to smile. The women were going to be jealous! And the guys. Oh man. “Consider yourself mine every minute.” Just speaking the words made my cock stretch. She saw. “Well then,” she said to it, “make me yours.””How old are you again?” “Old enough to keep my mouth shut.”She bahis firmaları was tempting me harder than she ever had before. “I have to focus, baby, and you’re not making it easy.” I was very jittery. I hadn’t played in front of a large audience in a long while. I wanted to concentrate on getting mentally prepared for it, but Yvette had just practically given me permission to fuck her. “Ohhh. ‘Baby.’ Pet names. What shall I call you?” The word baby had just slipped out. I had never called her that before. “Call me boss! And do as I say, please. I have to limber up. Plug the Paul – the starburst – the sunburst – into the paractice amp for me.” I was visibly nervous in front of her and trying to regain control, but she knew she had me rattled. She laughed and did as I asked. I sat on my stool next to the amp and began to play the opening melodic fragment of “Sweet c***d of Mine.” Lizvette started swinging her hips and ass in a salsa move, like a figure 8 on a swivel. I watched her navel as I played. She moved closer to me, so close I could have kissed her belly as she wiggled and teased before me. She was inviting me to fuck her. Then. There. I distinctly remember making the decision. If I did t do it then, and fast, I simply wasn’t going to be able to focus that day.”Oh baby.” I stopped playing and wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her to me. I kissed her navel again and again. She giggled with each smack but did not resist. Did not pull away. “Oh teacher! Is this a new lesson?” I was committed to it now and trusted her to keep the secret from her parents and friends. I put the guitar in its stand and unbuttoned her jeans. “Oh yes a fun lesson!” she said, kicking her red sneakers off. I pulled her jeans down to expose the tan full cut panties she wore. I tugged at the sides, which were really just strings, but couldn’t get my fingers between them and her flesh, not just because they were so snug on her, but because she wouldn’t keep still, wiggling and grinding her navel and the wide V of her panties in front of me, laughing and loving my loss of control. “No fair teacher. Now you have to show me yours!” She had my jeans down around my ankles before I even knew they were unbuttoned. “Oh! Your shorts match my shoes!” she said of my red boxer-briefs. “And they have a little wet spot on them, awwww! Is that for me teacher?” She had de-pantsed me and stood over me, fists on her hips and her pussy bulging at me from under her panties, laughing. I felt the cooling cum on my shorts against my stiffening cock and reached to touch the crotch of her panties. I pressed the edge of my hand into the crevice her lips made between her thighs. She moved her crotch forward kaçak iddaa and backward slowly, while I felt her pussy dampen in the warm silk. “Old enough to keep your mouth shut?” I asked her. She looked at me and made a zipping motion over her lips. “Don’t worry, teacher. I want you to. I’ve always wanted you to.” She was not teasing. She was serious.I pulled her down beside me and laid her out on the sofa, propped into the corner on a throw pillow. She smiled and watched as I took control and focused only on her. She still wore the little white top with her navel gaping open at me, and her panties, almost exactly the color of her flesh, still clinging to her. I lowered my briefs and watched her eyes waiting to see my cock. I was raging hard but knew I was I was not as long as most. How would she react? She’s so blunt!I let the elastic of my waistband catch on the tip of my dick so that it would bounce out at her when I pulled them completely off. Boioioing! “Mmm.” She arched an eyebrow and grinned. “It’s pretty,” she said, reaching for it to give it an approving squeeze. Pretty? Alright. Could be worse. Her grip became a stroke and she added, “Not sure I can get that all in,” though she gave every indication she would try. I reached again for her panties to pull them down. “Now your turn, Vette. Let’s see how pretty yours is. Lift your hips.”She remained still. “Do me in my panties.” “Baby I need in you!””Then in my panties to start.” I lowered my hips over hers and pressed my dick head against the silk, about where her hole was. I pushed the fabric into her just slightly. The semen on my tip mixed with her dampness and wettened her crotch. Then, in my excitement I instinctively pressed harder, as if thrusting into her, and the underside of my cock slid quickly up her crotch. “Ahhh yeah like that!” She loved it. I repeated that movement several times as the shaft of my dick began to heat and tingle. It was incredibly ticklish and each thrust made me want more. She raised her crotch and started bucking. She was trying I could tell to get her clit under my cock. I lowered myself onto her with all my weight and rubbed her clit through her panties with my cock. She began to squirm and breathe in deep draws and quick exhalations, squirming under me. “Oh Vette, yes baby I love this.” I didn’t know if she was about to orgasm but I knew I was. I had to get in her. I reached between us to pull the crotch of her panties aside and get my dick in. Her pussy felt as if steam were rising from it. I rubbed my dickhead against her fleshy lips looking for the hole. I kept pressing and pushing but couldn’t get in! She was tight as clam. I held my cock in my hand to steady it for a good solid kaçak bahis thrust. I got the top half of my head between her lips and pushed hard. My cock slid up the crevice of her lips and snagged between her pussy and her panties. “Yes! Like that! I love it!” “Baby is this your first time?””No. I’ve done this lots of times! Keep fucking me!” I wasn’t at all sure we were talking about the same thing.I looked down and saw my cock bulging under her panties, the head ready to plunge out from her waistband. I saw again her navel, and noticed it too was as tight and puckered as her pussy hole. I didn’t have time to pry her open. I kept fucking her, or at least her idea of fucking, loving the feeling of her pussy under my dick and her panties over it. It was even sexier to watch. I slammed my nuts against her, enjoyed the caress of silk on my super sensitive dick head, teasing it like a skilled tongue. It was more like we were masturbating together than fucking but we were both approaching orgasm. She put her thighs, so firm and soft, tight around her my waist and said, “Give me a cummy tummy, teacher.” She squeezed tight, and I knew she was cumming. I rubbed harder and harder over her clit and against her panties until my head burst through the waistband. I felt sperm roll slowly and so pleasingly out of my cock in one long, thick stream. It seemed to last and last. Just when I thought it was over, she pressed her thighs against me harder one more time, and another shorter stream began flowing. It was like cumming while having a wet dream.Finally she had emptied me. I pulled myself off of her and relaxed beside her. Her pussy when I looked was again covered by her panties – and I hadn’t even seen it! – but her little round tummy, and her pretty little belly button, were awash in a huge puddle of milky, pearly sperm. “Ahh that was the best,” she sighed wistfully. She began rubbing it all in, into her tummy, her waist, a little down her panties, some under her top. “You give the best cummy tummies. I knew you would when I first wore this in front of you.” I watched as she rubbed my cream in. I reached for her hand. “No, baby. Let it dry. Wear it to the picnic for me.””Oh! So romantic! Alright.””I want everyone to know you’re mine. At least for today.”. . . . . Martina lifted her top to show me her tummy. “A cummy tummy. That’s cute, Daddy. Must have been a fun day for both of you.””Yes, it was a memorable day, Martina,” I said, rubbing her tummy. “I don’t recall how the picnic gig went, but I remember the hit Yvette made. As promised Yvette behaved, and if anyone noticed the dried spunk on her belly they weren’t rude enough to mention it. On our way back home that night, when I dropped her off at her house, she said as she got out of my van, ‘Don’t worry. Next time you can pull my panties down.’ And next time, I did.”But,” I said to Martina, reaching upward beneath her top, “That’s another story.”

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