Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
After all, the sparks between me and the brat are more than sparks now. It’s a raging fire. I can see how Christy’s aroused, from the hard tips of her nipples pressing through her t-shirt, to the gentle pink flush coming down her chest. I see how her big breasts heave up and down as she breathes with excitement, and I can almost smell the scent of her aroused cunt. Yes, I know what her pussy smells like because a year ago, I stole a pair of her used panties and pressed my nose to the lacy fabric. It’s wrong, it’s depraved, and it’s fucking dirty, but it was one of the best masturbation sessions I’ve ever had.
But now, the curvy girl appears ready to play and as I stare at her, she gets up from the table.
“Should we go into the bedroom for the inspection, Daddy?” she asks in an innocent voice. “Or do you want to do it here, in the living room?”
I stand stock still for a moment, unable to believe my good fortune. Holy shit, is this really happening? Evidently it is, and I manage to get out one curt word: “Bedroom.”
With a knowing smile, Christy spins on her heel before prancing into the small bedroom. Then she turns and beckons to me.
“Come in, Daddy,” she purrs in a throaty voice. “There’s room for you inside.”
I stalk into the tiny space, unable to tear my eyes from the curvy girl before kicking the door shut behind us. Then, I bark, “Clothes. Off.”
She gasps and giggles again.
“But Daddy, it’s a pussy and ass inspection. Why do you need my top to be off?”
I merely shake my head, my throat so thick that I can’t speak.
“Clothes. Off,” I reiterate again.
Christy playfully rolls her eyes and nods.
“Okay, if you say so. You’re such a meanie, Daddy.”
Then, she reaches for the hem of her baby T and slowly drags the fabric over her head. Beneath the t-shirt, her breasts are encased in the tiniest scrap of white lace, and with another coy look my way, Christy reaches in back to unbuckle her bra before letting her titties spill out.
Oh fuck, they’re beautiful. Her teats are huge and white with pink-tipped nipples that are as hard as rocks at the moment. Christy traces her finger around one stiff nub before jiggling her breasts at me, making them bounce.
“Do you like what you see, Daddy?” she teases. “I love it when you look at me.”
Still, I don’t move from my spot by the door.
“Clothes. Off,” I bark in a hoarse voice again.
“Okay, okay! So pushy, Daddy!”
Christy giggles and tosses her brown curls over one shoulder before reaching in back to undo the zip of her skirt. Then, she slides the material down her hips, revealing a lacy white thong that matches the discarded brassiere.
“I’m so glad I bought new lingerie recently,” she hums teasingly while doing a tiny wiggle with her hips. “These panties are sexy, aren’t they?”
They’re more than sexy. The brat is absolutely fucking perfect, and I watch with avid eyes as she discards the skirt before standing up again. Oh fuck, there’s a wet patch at the crotch of her panties, and I can smell it from where I stand.
“Now before you say anything, I know what you want,” Christy purrs in a teasing tone. “Clothes. Off.”
With that, she reaches for the waistband of her panties, gently running her fingers over the elastic before pulling the scrap of fabric downwards, revealing her swollen pussy. To my gratification, there’s a sticky string of grool connecting her sweet cunt to the material, and it stretches to become a long loop before breaking in the air.
“Oooh, I’m wet,” Christy hums with another secret smile at me. “But I think the inspection will go better this way, don’t you agree Daddy?”
I manage to nod.
“Absolutely baby. You’re gorgeous,” I breathe.
Christy giggles, now clad in nothing in a pair of cute socks and sneakers.
“Oh, you flatter me, Daddy. Such a sweetheart! But should I take these off as well?” she asks, gesturing to her shoes.
I shake my head.
“No, baby girl. Leave those on, but undo your laces. You’ll see why in a moment.”
Then, I push the sweet girl down on the bed so that she’s lying on her back. Her ivory curves heave enticingly, even as the moist slit between her legs glistens. Anticipating my command, Christy parts her knees, pulling them up to show me her stiff clit and winking hole.
“I’m ready to be inspected, Daddy,” she purrs. “Come and do the honors.”
That’s all the invitation I need. In a flash, my clothes are off as well, and I approach the sweet girl. Her eyes go as round as saucers when she sees the member stiff between my legs.
“Daddy,” she gasps. “I don’t know … You’re so big …”