I was dying to cum. Then she straddled my chest. I could feel the heat and juices rubbing onto my chest. Her hot, wet pussy just inches, literally jus... beyond my reach. I tried to crane my neck to get a taste. She told me " No! If you want this, beg!" "Please let me eat your pussy." "What will you do for it?" "Anything, please let me lick it, I want it more than anything." "You want to drink my cum?" "More than anything mistress. I want to taste you. Taste your juices. Swallow them. Please let. ." her hands fluttered a little."Submissive?" I offered, thinking I couldn't really imagine her any other way now."Yes," she nodded, smiling and lowering her eyes a little. "I was always afraid and in high school and college I was different, I acted ... Differently, I mean. I was trying to be strong so I could hide it." Miss Haven's voice was stronger and she seemed eager to talk about this, maybe for the first time in her life. "I didn't uh, I didn't date very much or anything." That's why you. At Christmas time, it can get crazy in our house with aunts and uncles and cousins by the dozens. We were planning a big party on Christmas Eve and my dad and I knew we wouldn't have as much time together as usual. We were prepared for it. That's why we didn't suspect anyone on the morning of the 23rd. My mother was doing her last minute shopping and as I cleaned the kitchen. We were on the kitchen table. My father's dick deep inside my pussy. "You like being my personal cunt, baby girl? Like. “Can I ask you a deeply personal question?" I pressed.“Sure,” she replied.“Do you ever mess around at work?”I watched as she batted her long eyelashes, processing my question.“Do I what?” she asked.I quickly apologized, quickly acknowledging the inappropriateness of my inquiry as I grabbed the bag of chicken wings she had just bagged up for me.She quickly grabbed my arm to stop me.“Dude,” she said, “I know you’re not in a hurry.”She leaned forward across the counter and whispered, “I give a.