“These damn locks are always so difficult,” I cursed, wiggling the key aggressively. When the door finally came open, I immediately felt relief from the urgency to get to the next destination that always plagues me when I travel. “Put your bag on whichever bed you want.” I told Grace.
“Oooh, bunk beds!” Grace threw her stuff down onto a random bed, despite her excitement to see that there were bunks available. She knew that we would be sharing a bed anyway, so she didn’t bother picking out a favorite. Instead, she was more interested in seeing the showers.
“Hey, daddy. This isn’t so bad,” she called out, flicking the water on and off.
“Yeah…no, they aren’t bad at all,” I answered. I started placing my essential kit out on the available desk.
“It is just like a hotel.” She said, as she stood in the bathroom doorway, holding plush towels in her hands and smiling. “I thought you said it gets rougher in the field.”
Distracted, I answered, “it will…sweetie. It will.”
Then Grace opened the pamphlet. “They have a cafeteria.. Daddy, this place is the Ritz.”
I turned to see her smiling and I said, “universities pay big money to lodge students here.. And research organizations are in and out of here all the time, with their money too. So yeah, they make us comfortable while we stay here.”
I threw a few items that I needed into my daypack and slung it onto my shoulder. “Ok, sweetie. I have to go check in at the labs. I shouldn’t be longer than an hour.” We kissed each other, but before I could walk away, Grace took me by the hand and stayed my exit.
“Daddy..” Her eyes were soft and needy, and I knew that she wanted something from me by the glimmer.
“Sweetie. I won’t be lo..”
“You got to cum this morning,” she interrupted. “It’s only fair, daddy.” Grace softly chewed her bottom lip and she batted her long lashes. “I won’t take long if you eat my pussy.”
How could I refuse such entreaty? “Alright, princess. Get on the bed.” I gestured with glancing eyes, and then tossed my daypack on one of the top bunks.
Smiling big, she pulled her shorts down, revealing those thong Smartwool panties that I wasn’t to sure about before the trip. Watching as she crawled onto the bed on her fours, with firm ass cheeks divided by nothing but the thinnest strip of fabric, my mind was changed. They were perfect.
Grace lay at the headboard, flirting. I grabbed her by the leg and pulled her to the edge of the bed, and she giggled. Her long, black hair trailed messily behind her.
She opened her legs and moaned. “Lick my pussy, daddy.” She began to rub the faint shadow of her cleft that showed through her panties. Delicate fingers circled a growing wet spot.
I dropped down onto my knees, idolizing the sight of my sexy eighteen-year-old stepdaughter as she touched herself. Suddenly I recalled the time that I caught her masturbating. She’d left her bedroom door ajar. I didn’t turn away. My lips curled sinfully against the soft skin inside of her right thigh at the naughty memory, and I started a trail of kisses towards her center.
“Mm,” Grace moaned as my stubble tickled her.
She was trying to snatch down her panties when my lips arrived at the wet spot. “Not yet,” I grunted, breathing in her smell. Damp heat warmed the tip of my nose as I pressed it against the indentation in her panties. My eyes lidded from the pleasantly pungent smell, a heady combination of sweet teenage arousal and piss. Without warning, I reached up and grabbed her waistband, and began to work her panties off her hips.
Naked from the waist down, her petite Venus Mons arched perfectly. Waisting no more time, I pressed my lips against hers. She was already starting regrow pubic hair, as her usually silky flesh rasped against my kisses. My mouth could easily cover her little pussy, and so I consumed her fully, experiencing texture and taste mindfully.
“Yes, daddy.” Her pelvis tilted and she pressed her privates into my hungry mouth. “That feels so good.”
Delicate fingers raked through my hair, tangling and twisting. The sounds of choked, pleasured moans came down softly from above me. And my chin began to drip with saliva and nubile essence. I was constantly slurping and swallowing, savoring as much of Grace’s feminine moisture as possible. Just as a Sphinx Moth feeds from deep nectaries, so to did I drink from my stepdaughter’s sweet chalice.
Another hand settled down gently on top of my head as I started brushing and flicking my tongue against the swelling of her clitoris. Grace began guiding my efforts with two hands, making subtle adjustments in her pelvis, and leading my face around her sex. The sensitive bump that crowned Grace’s sex had swollen to the size of a blueberry, and I enjoyed sucking and licking the flexible knot of nerves.
“Oh yes..yes.” Grace chanted repeatedly, punctuated with gasps for air.
Sensing that her climax was looming, I guided a finger beneath my chin and inserted it inside of Grace’s pooling threshold. Her joyful cries lifted, louder and louder as I stroked the roof of her snug vagina. “Mmhm.” I hummed against her soft flesh, invoking my stepdaughter’s pleasure with suppliant effort. For in that moment as I knelt between her perfect thighs, Grace was my goddess, and my entire focus was to give her rapture.
The fingers in my hair tangled tighter. My stepdaughter began grinding her drenched pussy against my mouth. “I’m going to cum…” Her breathing was ragged and shallow. “Daddy, I’m about to cum,” she repeated, gasping and whimpering.
Several quick gushes splashed against my open mouth, and spilled all down the palm of my hand as I fingered the rough tissue behind her pubic bone. Devoutly, I continued licking as a salty tasted thrilled my senses.
“Oh my god! Daddy… I’m cumming.” Grace pulled my hair hard and convulsed, writhing spasmodically beneath my worshipful stance. I continued to lick and suck throughout her spasms, keeping my mouth dutifully in place until her body went limp.
Standing slowly up, I brushed away wetness from my stubble, and grinned at my exhausted daughter as she lay in languorous peace. “Happy now?”
“Very!”
Grace took a few breaths and then sat up, examining the wet spot on the sheets between her legs. “Did I pee on you, daddy?”
I laughed, grabbing my bag again. “No, princess. That’s squirt from stimulating your G-spot, princess.”
She blew out sharply. “Sure felt like peeing. It was like my orgasm pushed it out of me before I could stop it.”
“Felt good, right?”
“Yes. Thank you, daddy.” Grace smiled politely. “You can go now.”
As I crossed the swaying suspension bridge that spanned Rio Sarapaquí, heading towards my labs, I couldn’t help jostle between thoughts of Grace and my work. She had become such wonderful company to have on this trip, and I was grateful each day we were together. I paused to look out across the river, and scanned the trees rising along the edge. There were a few iguanas napping on branches out over the broad, muddy water. A gaggle of tourists stepped onto the bridge with their guide, and it started to sway uncomfortably, so I continued on my way.
Collared Peccary scattered over the lawn the spread out in front of the labs, hedged with floriferous gardens. I followed the concrete path to my building, and I wondered if Dr. Trulove would had already arrived from the university.
**Thanks for reading! This is from my upcoming novel. Let me know your thoughts.**
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/fkp5yt/more_quality_bonding_between_dr_callum