[Read Part 1 here.](https://reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/p1qq8f/daddys_college_slut_mf_ds_spanking/)
[Part 2](https://reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/p38i8u/daddys_college_slut_pt_2_mf_ds_stepfather/)
[Part 3](https://reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/p63zh1/daddys_college_slut_pt_3_mf_ds_stepfather/)
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Ray and Olivia had spent the last weeks of summer in a kind of secret, carnal bliss. Olivia’s mother–and Ray’s wife–was none the wiser. She carried on business as usual, enjoying the family dinners and outings, not realizing that sometimes Olivia sat at the table with Ray’s cum still sticking between her thighs. Or, that when they went off at the beach for a swim, Olivia was sucking him off in a nearby cove. It was a lustful few weeks, but it had to come to a close. Olivia returned to college, beginning her sophomore year much more practiced in the sexual arts.
She made her first visit home in late October. While she intended to enjoy the actual holiday on campus, she also wanted to go through the classics which were only available in her small hometown–the corn mazes, apple orchards, and haunted hayrides. So, she returned one long weekend. The tension was obvious from the start, but there was always that oddness after a cooling off period. The wonder regarding who would make the first move again.
“Daddy, will you take me to the mall?” Olivia stood in the doorway, twisting her long ponytail between her fingers. She wore a tight pair of yoga shorts, a long-sleeve collegiate shirt, and a tall pair of pink, fuzzy socks. Ray looked up from the newspaper, clad in his usual flannel and blue jeans ensemble. “Sure, babygirl, what for?”
“I want to find a costume for the campus parties. Something very *spooky.*” She raised her hands up and wiggled her fingers as she drew out the o’s in “spooky.” Ray laughed, “Ah, I see. Sure, sure. Let’s get going then so we can be back in time for dinner.
The drive to the mall was short, but not without anticipation. Pent-up desires. Ray drove and had trouble focusing on the road. He kept letting his eyes wander to Olivia’s shorts. They were bunched up, wrapped tightly around her toned thighs. He let his hand slip over, running a finger along the elastic material before grazing along the inside of her thigh. She let out a little whimper as he drew near her warm opening. She whispered, “I’m wearing a special pair of panties, Daddy.”
They parked quickly and went inside. It had been a long time since Ray had been to the mall, but it looked much the same. It was rather busy, people flitting by half-dressed in costumes, waving fake wands or eating caramel apples. They made their way to the large, temporary Halloween shop that pops into one of the otherwise empty storefronts each year.
Olivia was clearly excited, she bounded through the aisles, throwing hangers around noisily as she searched for possible costumes. Ray wandered a bit, but never strayed far. He spent his time trying on various masks and staring at Olivia’s cheeky ass as she bent over or stood on her toes.
Soon, Olivia rushed up to him, a lacey black outfit wrapped around her forearm. “Obviously, I should be a witch. Look!” She held it up. Of course, it was slutty, short, a deep cut in the top that would show some hint of her perky breasts. It came complete with a pointy hat and a wand.
Ray shrugged and then nodded, “You’ll make a very fine witch, babygirl.”
“Let’s try it on!” She grabbed his hand and power walked to the rear of the store. There was a row of dressing rooms. She selected the one at the end and popped inside, quickly dragging Ray behind. It was relatively roomy, with mirrors on three walls. The door was in the style of a typical bathroom stall, with a nearly one-foot cut-out at the bottom, so that you could see socks or bare feet as people dressed and undressed.
“We better be a little quiet in here,” Ray whispered.
“No problem, Daddy. Why don’t I give you a little show, though?” Olivia swayed her hips seductively as she crossed her hands to the hem of her shirt. She raised it slowly, revealing first her taut midriff and then the bottom of a pink, lacey bra. She pulled it over her head and tossed it to Ray, who laughed and tossed it aside. He was wearing a simple heather henley today, and she loved the way his chest hair peeked through the open buttons.
She did a half-twirl, now shaking her bubbly ass for him. The yoga shorts stretched tightly as she bent over and touched her toes. She raised her hands to the waist of her shorts and pulled outwards. She did a little dip as she began to pull them down, revealing a matching pink g-string. It sank between the curve of her ass. Ray couldn’t help but reach out and grab her hips. He pulled her into his lap where she felt his obvious arousal. She grinded for a moment before standing up again.
He stood up too and pressed himself against her. She had her hands on one of the mirrors and could watch his face contort in pleasure as he ran his fingers along her tanned skin. He pressed his erection between her ass cheeks and then gave her a loud smack.
“Daddy!” She whispered, “you said we had to be quiet.”
“I couldn’t help it babygirl.”
She shook her ass to tease him, rubbing it along the bulge in his pants. Finally, she stood up and grabbed the hanging costume. “I should probably see if this fits.”
She slipped into the lacey black dress. It was so short it barely reached past her smooth mound. She straightened the top and examined how her tits looked in the mirror. Then, she placed the hat on top of her head and did a full twirl. “What do you think?”
“I think it’s time for you to suck my cock now?” Ray grinned.
“Witch Olivia loves to suck cock, Daddy.”
Still, she blushed slightly while she gazed down at his bulge–pausing perhaps to plan her next move. She fell to her knees and scooched towards him, quickly undoing his belt. She licked at his boxers–focusing on the spot that was already wet with precum. After licking and sucking the head of Ray’s cock through his boxers, she moved her mouth to the hem, pulled with her teeth and watched–wide-eyed–as his sizable cock fell out, thudding against her cheek.
“Excited to meet again?” Ray asked.
Olivia looked up at him, his cock grazing against her lips. “I wish I could suck it every single day, Daddy.”
He moved his hand to the back of her head and guided her lips to the tip. And, like a good girl, she opened her mouth and began sucking at the bulbous head. He kept his palm firmly against the back of her head, so that she couldn’t pull back, “You should have sucked me on the way here, babygirl” As he said that, he pressed her head down, forcing himself further into her tight little mouth. “Soak me with your spit.”
There was the murmur of voices in the other stalls. And the clattering of shoes against the dingy white tiles. If someone happened to cross by this stall and let their gaze fall low, they might notice a pair of men’s shoes and a pair of feminine knees kneeling just in front of them. Though, neither Ray nor Olivia paid this thought much mind.
Ray began thrusting into her mouth, holding her head in place. He could feel his cock running over her lips and tongue before hitting the back of her throat–making her gag each time. Her gagging encouraged him to increase his tempo and push further into her throat. He wanted to test her. He wanted her to show him what a good cocksucker she was. Olivia was clearly up to the task. Perhaps she had gotten some more practice at college over the past several weeks. She gagged and spit up onto Ray’s cock, but she kept taking him–further and further down her throat. He relaxed his hips and started pumping her head up and down, making her suck every inch of that hard slab of meat.
Spit began escaping the edges of her mouth, running down her cheeks to her chin. But he didn’t stop. It kept coming, now dripping onto her costume, leaving wet spots across the gossamer top and along her exposed cleavage. Ray kept at it for some time, his large hand pumping her head like a toy, making her suck his cock at exactly the speed her preferred.
*Knock knock*
Olivia’s eyes opened wide, staring down Ray’s shaft, and then up to him. She answered quickly, her mouth still full, “Hrm, occu—occupied” she managed to sputter. And then he resumed his pounding. “That’s it, babygirl. Suck your Daddy’s big cock.”
He looked down at her proudly as she met his eyes again. She held them open even as he pushed her into his abdomen, his heavy balls squishing against her chin. Then, he pulled his cock out with a loud *pop* and tapped it against her forehead. He left long strings of spit and precum there. He began rubbing it in, smearing the makeup she had so assiduously applied. Her mascara was running in thin black lines, and he was making swirls in her foundation.
“Up now.”
She hopped to her feet and turned away from him, placing her hands on the mirror again and sticking her ass out. He grabbed her hips and flipped up her skirt. He pulled the tiny g-string over her ass cheek and was inside her tight, pink slit just like that. His hard dick pounded against her, there was resistance at first, as always. He had to get his wide head pass her slim lips and then pry her wide, to make space for his thick member. But after a few seconds he was pushing his full length inside her, grazing against her cervix with each thrust.
He watched her face in the mirror as her mouth dropped into a gentle “O.” She was moaning lightly, doing her best to stay quiet. She watched him too, saw the focused determination of his strong jaw and pronounced cheekbones as he pierced her tight pussy. She let one hand slip between her thighs and began to vigorously rub her little pleasure nub. “Please Daddy, can I come?”
“Only if you can keep your mouth closed while you do.” He reached his palm up to cover her lips, holding tight while he continued to bottom out inside her. He felt her convulse, her grip around his cock tighten, and felt her lips hum against his fingers. It was the vibration of her stifled moan.
He pulled out and pushed her to her knees. “On your face today.”
She quickly got into position, plopping her reddened ass down on her heels. She opened her mouth wide and gripped Ray’s cock with her hands, stroking him excitedly. She cupped his balls and in that instant he was spraying a load of white, hot cum up her chin, across her lips and along the ridges of her nostrils. A second rope landed even further, splattering near her hairline. The third bounced against her chin and dripped onto her top. For the fourth, he pressed his cock down and sprayed it against her neck, it ran like molasses between her cleavage. The fifth and final rope was reserved for her mouth. He shoved his shuddering dick between her lips and pumped out that last spurt of semen.
He looked down at her glazed face and smiled, “That’s my perfect little cumslut.”
She nodded and smiling, taking an exaggerated gulp as she swallowed his seed and then displayed her clean mouth.
“It looks like you’ll be wearing the witch’s costume home.”
She giggled, “Hopefully no one smells you on my face, Daddy.”
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