Claire looked back at me with a sultry look on her face and said, “Fuck me hard Daddy. I’m going to cum…” With the word ‘cum’, she suddenly rocked her hips back into me and groaned, “Daddy, I’m cumming. Hurry. Cum with me.” I ramped up my pace and Claire started a constant moan, “OH OH OH OH OH.” When I felt her pussy clenching on my cock that was it for me. She wanted me to cum with her but I didn’t want to cum in her. I don’t know why that was the line I couldn’t cross but it was.
I pulled my cock out of her and started jerking on my cock. Long ropes of cum streamed from my cock onto her ass and back. She needed something to replace my cock and her three fingers drove in to replace me. Her hips were firing everywhere. I was firing everywhere.
As her orgasm started to diminish she let her hips fall forward and she pulled away from me. She laid there on her stomach gasping for air. Her pussy was clenching on her fingers. I sat back on my heels gasping for air too.
Way off in the distance, I could hear Angela yelling, “Where are you guys?”
I pushed myself off the bed to my feet and reached down to help Claire turn over and get to her feet. She had a panicked look on her face. I said, “Do you still have any of your clothes in here?” She hesitated a moment and then nodded. I said, “Find something and get dressed. I’ll go down the back stairway to the laundry room. I’ll find something to wear there. She looked down at my hard cock and bent over and sucked it into her mouth and lashed it with her tongue to clean it and then she stood and grinned at me. She apparently didn’t mind the taste of her own pussy.
I opened the door and hurried to the back stairway with hard dick swinging from side to side. I waited on the stairway until I heard Angela yell, “Michael. Where are you?” She was at the other end of the house so I scooted down the stairs to the laundry room. I found a pair of gym pants and a tee-shirt and pulled them on. I didn’t care if they were clean or dirty.
I opened the laundry room door and I could hear Angela say, “Claire? There you are. Have you seen your father?”
I heard Claire say, “He said he needed something from the car. He’s probably in the garage.”
‘Beautiful,’ I thought. The garage door was right behind me. I turned and went to the garage and made like I was at the workbench when Angela open the door and said, “There you are. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
I responded, “Well here I am. What’s up?”
She said, “I have to go to that food-bank thing for the homeless that I told you about. I should only be gone a few hours.” I didn’t recall her ever saying anything about the ‘food-bank thing’ before but her timing was perfect.
I said, “Okay Honey. Are you leaving now?”
She said “Uh-huh. Call me if you need to.” She disappeared back into the house and I followed her in. She went straight to the front door and gathered her coat and her car-keys. She yelled up the stairs, “Claire, I’m going out for a while. Can you and your father entertain each other while I’m out?” I smiled at that. I could almost hear Claire in her room upstairs snickering. The front door slammed shut and when Angela’s car drove out of the driveway, Claire came to the top of the stairway and yelled down the stairs, “How long will it take for you to get it up again.”