“Sorry I’m late, Daddy.” I bent over the arm of his chair and kissed his cheek. “I’ll get right on making dinner.”
He grunted affirmatively.
I left him alone in the living room and walked to the kitchen. Mom was out of town visiting her brother, leaving me in charge of the house. Dad wasn’t exactly a homemaker and was hopelessly lost in the kitchen. I had planned on making pasta sauce from scratch, but it was already almost 8. My volleyball practice ran late, and being the Senior Captain of the team, I couldn’t take off before we finished. I didn’t even have time to change, just threw a tee-shirt on over my sports bra and raced home for dinner.
I stood on my tip-toes reaching onto the top shelf for a bag of spaghetti. Even at 5’9”, I was a few inches shorter than the rest of my family. The shelves were clearly designed for everyone else. When I bent over to get a jar of sauce out from under the counter, I felt a hand run over my ass. It’s fingers traced down between the legs, rubbing over top of the skin tight black shorts that were hugging my pussy.
I stayed bent over longer than needed and looked over my shoulder. Dad was standing off the side, closely watching his hands work on me. I splayed my toes outward, then stood up on them to swing my heels out. I repeated this motion a couple of times, spreading my legs further. At my movement, Dad pushed against me harder, adding to the pressure that was just starting to build inside me.
I kept my ass pressed out for him and pulled myself up. I set the jars of pasta sauce on the counter and opened a drawer. Dad grabbed the waist of my shorts and panties and pulled them down quick, revealing my now wet and wanting pussy. He gave it swift smack, making my knees tremble under me a little. Once I got my balance fully back, I stood up. “I need to get this started.”
He let me fill a pot with water and place it on the stove top. I opened a jar of sauce and poured it into another. After turning on the two burners, I picked up a large wooden spoon and leaned my elbows on the countertop next to the oven. I pressed my hips back out towards him.
Dad took ahold of my hips and pressed up against me. I could feel his dick laying on top of my ass, pushed out along my crack. I wiggled my ass against him, feeling his balls hanging behind me and bouncing into the backs of my legs. I stood up slightly, pulled my hips inward and put the spoon into the pasta sauce.
When I pressed back into Dad again, I could feel his cock enter me. I moaned a little as I felt his large head spread me wide open and then my lips closed back down around his shaft. He pressed deep into me and held me still. I squeezed my muscles around him, trying to feel every inch of his dick at once. After a few seconds, Dad pulled back from me and pushed my hips forward towards the counter. He stopped just before his head left me. He pressed back in slowly, pulling my hips into him. I closed my eyes and bit my lip as I felt him fill my pussy entirely.
I moved my free hand between my legs and began to rub at my clit. I made small circles around it, while making similar shapes in the pasta sauce. Dad continued to control my hips along with his own and slowly picked up speed. His thrusts got shallower as they got faster. I worked my clit faster, trying to make up for the pleasure I was missing from him going in deep. The deep burning that had been slowly building inside me began to fade to a light tingle just at my clit.
Dad pulled my hips back hard and pressed firmly into me. I felt his dick pulse inside me and a warm jet of cum hit my cervix. He grunted and thrusted his hips into me more. I got pushed forward towards the counter as another of his loads went deep into me. A couple more heavy grunts and he had finished. He quickly pulled out of me and backed away.
I could hear the swinging doors of the kitchen as he went back to the living room. I stayed bent over the counter, continuing to rub my clit. Looking down between my legs, I could see Dad’s cum dripping out of me. Even that sight didn’t help, and I shortly gave up. With how much I was longing for his dick to be buried deep inside me, I wasn’t going to get off without it.
I drained the pasta and dumped it into the pasta sauce. I gave it a few tosses to cover the pasta and spooned it into a couple of bowls. As I carried the bowls to Dad in the living room, I wondered when Mom would let me visit her brother for sexual fulfillment.
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