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Donna, My Daughter- In- Law, Chapter 3
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
DONNA, MY DAUGHTER-IN-LAW
CHAPTER 3
I was clearing my In box late one afternoon a few days later.
My secretary buzzed that I had a special delivery, personal at her
desk. I ask her bring it in. She opened the door and a mail courier
stepped inside, checked my identification and had me sign for a
small package. This was not totally unusual. It had happened four
or five times over the last two or three years.
I tossed the package to one side and continued shuffling
through the papers, signing or delegating with a note. As I tossed
the last sheet into the Out box, the phone rang.
"Hello," said into the phone, relieved to have finished the
pile. "Hi, Sexy," Donna's soft voice replied.
"How are you?" I asked trying to make it sound semi-official.
"Did you get a package today?" she asked.
"As a matter of a fact, I did."
"Open it and enjoy!"
Click! She hung up. Suddenly, that small package took on a
totally different attitude. I lifted it gently and looked at the
label. No return address. I slit the tape with a letter opener and
peel the paper off the box. Opening the small box, a pair of
panties fell onto the desk. I stared at them for a moment. An
envelope lay in the bottom of the box. Pulling the envelope out,
I opened it and found ten photographs. The first one was a very
close shot of a open pussy, drooling cum. I sucked in my breath and
automatically look up at my office door.
The next photo was of Donna's face, her mouth hung open and a
glob of cum was running over her lower lip and onto her chin. Her
expression was one of rapture. I hurriedly flipped to the next. A
large cock filled her mouth and cum oozed from the corner of her
red lips. I flipped through the rest.
The last photo stopped me dead. I remembered the scene. Donna
was kneeling at my feet. My cock was clutched in my hand and a jet
of cum arched onto her face. I stared in shock. My face was not
visible in the photo. As a matter of a fact the only part of me
shown was my cock and my hand.
I dropped the photos onto the desk and picked up the panties.
The crotch was still damp. The moist circle looked like fresh cum
and pussy juice. I lifted it slowly to my face and let my nostrils
drink in the pungent odor of her cunt. My cock throbbed.
A light rap on my door brought me to my trembling senses. I
stuffed the photos and panties into my desk drawn and croaked a
response. Jenny, my secretary, stepped in and paused.
"Yes, Jenny?" I asked.
"Uh, well, Mr. Masters it IS Thursday," her voice trailed off.
I looked at her for a moment and then realization dawned in
the back of my mind. I smiled and rose.
"Of course, Jenny. How forgetful of me." I rounded the desk
and reached out to her.
I heard her click the lock as she stepped away from the door.
I gathered her into my arms and kissed her full lips. Her pointed
tongue darted out and probed my mouth. Her breath rasped hot and
damp from her nostrils onto my cheek.
I cupped her full ass cheeks in my hands and pulled her belly
against my, grinding her crotch against mine. She moaned into my
mouth and arched her back, thrusting her cunt hard against my cock.
"Oh, God!" she gasped, pulling away. "It seems like forever.
Harry has fucked me three times this week and I haven't cum once."
Her fingers were undoing my shirt and my belt.
"Mmmmm. Then you must be horny," I teased.
"I'll show you how horny!" She grabbed my hand and shoved it
up under her dress, into her crotch.
The nylon band between her thighs was soaked. She whimpered
and ground her pussy against my hand. I felt her fingers close
around my naked dick. In seconds she was cuming the first time,
thrashing and jerking against my hand.
I quickly stripped her and pushed her toward the sofa. She
fell backwards, her legs flying open. She reached for my head.
"Eat me!" she demanded. "Eat my cunt, Mel!"
I could smell its sweet, sexy perfume as I dropped to my knees
and leaned toward it. My breath wafted across it and she jerked.
"Do you want me to kiss your pussy?" I asked, playing the
game. "Yessss!" she hissed.
"Then talk to me. Tell me what you want!"
"Eat my slimy cunt!" she rasped. She loved to talk dirty. As
a matter of a fact, she couldn't cum if she didn't talk dirty.
Harry, her husband, wouldn't let her talk period when they were
fucking.
My tongue snaked across the feverish, slippery lips of her
pussy. She gasped and pulled a my head.
"Ooooh YES! Lick my cunt! Suck the fuck juices out of my hot
fucking pussy!"
I stabbed my tongue into the gooey, molten hole of her cunt
and she bounced on the sofa and began to shake violently. She came
the second time. Her cunt drooled thin, hot juice into my waiting
mouth. My cheeks and nose were wet with it.
"Oh BABY!" she whined. "Suck me off! Lick my cunt! Then I want
to suck you hard cock until you pump a gallon of cum in my mouth!"
Slicing up the slimy crevice I found the hard, long button of
her clit. I rolled it with my tongue, then sucked into my mouth and
sucked it, teasing the tip end of it. Her heels locked behind my
head and her fingers entangled in my hair.
"Oh SHIT! Oooooh FUCK! OooooFUCKINGCUNT! PUSSYCOCKSUCKING!
ooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Fortunately the office is sound proof. I triple tongued her
clit, rolling it faster and faster. She bounced and jerked. A flood
of juices gushed from her cunt. I suck it up as fast as I could but
a puddle formed at her ass cheeks on the vinyl upholstery.
"FUCKFUCKFUCK! CUNTCUNTCUNTCOCK! COCKASSFUCKING!
CUNTSUCKINGAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"
The explosion hit and for more than a minute she hung at the
apex of her pleasure, my head clamped between her fleshy thighs,
her cunt pulsing hotly in my mouth. I gently liked her juices until
she was empty and her thighs relaxed.
I staggered up and to her right and fell back on the sofa. She
lay inert, soaking up the pleasure of the moment. The phone rang.
I staggered up and across to the desk.
"Hello," I wheezed.
"You sound out of breath, Daddy. Were you jerking off looking
at my pictures?" Donna asked.
"Huh?" I shook my head to clear it. "No."
"Oh. Jerking off while you sucked my panties?"
Something hot and wet closed around my cock head. I looked
down and Jenny was engulfing it and looking up at me.
"No. Uh... nothing like that," I stammered.
"Why, Daddy, if I didn't know better I might think you were
banging one of the secretaries."
Jenny swallowed my swollen dick to the balls and I croaked
into the phone.
"Is she sucking you off, Daddy?" Donna asked huskily.
"Uh, I've got to go. I'll talk to you later," I dodged.
"Okay, Daddy. When you shoot off in her throat, think about
me."
The phone went dead. My cock was very much alive. I dropped the
phone on the hook and leaned back against the desk. Jenny slid my
cock out of her mouth and smiled at me.
"Does this make you cock feel good?" she whispered.
"Yes! Fantastic!"
"Encourage me. Talk dirty to me!" The rest of the game.
My cock slid back into her mouth and I leaned back on my
hands.
"Yessss! Suck my cock! Suck it, Jenny!" I rasped. Her
breathing quickened through her nostrils and her mouth picked up
speed.
"Suck that cock. You love to suck cocks, don't you?"
"Ummmmm Hmmmmm!" she hummed her answer.
"Any cock that can come! You like to suck a cock that has been
up your cunt don't you?"
"Hmmmmmmm!"
"You'd like to have a line of hard cocks waiting! Sucking one
after another!" My hips were moving. She was pulling closer to cum.
"You'd suck somebody else with me watching, wouldn't you!"
"Hmmmmmmmmmm! Hmmm!" she hummed. Her head was bouncing back
and forth. Her hand cupped my balls, rolling them gently.
"Oh!" I growled. "Ooooooh! UUuuuuuuuh! COCKSUCKER!
AAAGGGGGGGGHHHHNNNN!"
The pressure skyrocketed and I grabbed her bobbing head. I
shoved my cock to the back of her throat and unleased the gusher.
Her throat worked and she whimpered and moaned as she drank my
come. I knew that her cunt was convulsing as she came the last
time.
Gasping for breath, we broke apart. After several minutes of
recuperation, Jenny stood on woobly legs and stripped several
tissues from the dispenser on my desk and wiped her mouth and chin
and scooped the residue from her cunt.
She gathered her clothes and disappeared into my private bath.
Twenty minutes later she emerged, clothed, make-up repaired and
back to Jenny the Executive Secretary. I was rumpled but dressed
and sitting behind the desk.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Masters," she said demurely. "I
don't think I could live another minute without Thursdays with
you."
"Thank you, Jenny. As always you do excellent work," I
replied.
"See you in the morning." She turned and walked out the door.
"In the morning," I called after her.
I pulled the photos and the panties out of the desk and tucked
them in my wall safe and spun the knob. The sun was a glow in the
west as I pulled out of the parking lot and headed home.
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