“That’s so good,” Sarah murmured, and I glanced inside to see my father sucking on her tiny-cock clit while her fingers played with the cum decorating her breasts. She reached into her bedside drawer for something, and passed it to him. “Here, work this into my ass.”
It was lube. Clearly the request surprised my father, but he soon set to work, squirting gel onto his fingers and pushing them into her, sometimes bending to suck on her prominent clit for a while too. Sarah sighed with pleasure as she glanced towards the curtain and me again. “Fuck my ass, Richard,” she said.
“Are you sure?” he asked. Clearly this was a first for him. I wondered if it was a first for her also. She’d always avoided anal with me.
“Do it,” she insisted. She seemed almost in pain as my father struggled to breach that tight ring of muscle. “Fuck!” she cried. “Fuck!”
I ducked down as a car drove past, its bright lights sweeping across me. It didn’t stop, though. I almost didn’t see the lone man stumbling drunkenly past the house. I watched him stop by some bushes for a pee, which made me abruptly aware of how much I needed to do the same.
Inside, my father was pounding Sarah’s ass with enthusiasm while she rubbed her clit with one hand, the other pressed up against his chest. After a while, he pulled out and they changed position, but then he drove his thick cock into her ass from behind, and was soon deep in her again with long, powerful thrusts.
The cold tiles against my feet were getting painful and I paced back and forth impatiently. I crouched as two more cars drove past, an action that caused me to pee a little, and I felt it run down my thighs.
I counted about four orgasms from Sarah before my father finally announced his impending end. “Come in my ass,” Sarah urged him. “I want to feel your cum in me.” Seconds later he shuddered to a halt, his cock buried deep inside that rear passage, and she screamed again. “Yes! Fuck, yes!”
It seemed to take forever before they disengaged, both panting from the exertion. My father grinned happily at Sarah, bending to kiss her briefly before sauntering off into the en suite bathroom.
As soon as the door closed, I darted through the curtain and past a greatly amused Sarah. Except my hands were still tied up against my neck and I had to wait for Sarah to open the door, both for her bedroom and for mine. “Did you enjoy that?” she asked with a smile.
“No,” I said. Shaking my cuffed wrists angrily, I added, “Take these off.”
She laughed and shook her head. “In the morning,” she said, and closed my door, leaving me alone in my room, still sporting a purple cock and wishing more than ever that Sarah’s ass was in my bed and not my father’s.
I sat on the loo in my own en suite bathroom and let my pee flow past the embedded dildo, planning a hundred various ways I would get my revenge on her, but as I climbed wearily and deeply frustrated into the warm comfort of my bed, I heard again the creaking bed frame and cries of pleasure from across the hallway, and knew I had a long night ahead of me.
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