creepy_ghost
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- Oct 19, 2000
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Character: Jeremy Perl
A 37 year old divorced man, with one daughter (Jessica, aged 19) with short blonde hair and green eyes. Jeremy is the vice president at a advertising company and pulls in quite an amount of money. He lives in a beautiful neighborhood in upstate New York, inside a luxurious but small house with his daughter.
IC:
Tuesday night, I came home at the usual time, 5 PM. For the past week, Monica had been staying over, she was Jessica's best friend. Her parents were going through some rough times and Monica didn't want to stay with either of them, so she asked if she could stay here. I agreed of course, but not simply due to the fact that she was my daughter's best friend. More like because she had the most beautiful body I had ever seen.
Monica was 19, just like my daughter. Her body was gorgeous and so was her face. A perfectly round ass and tits that made her look like she could easily compete with Pamela Lee in a wet bikini contest. It was early summer and she always wore tight little shorts and small t-shirts that made me hard in an instant.
I knew she never thought of me the way I thought of her, she considered me as sort of a second father. In fact, in recent days, she was giving me the impression that she even preferred me over her actual father.
As I walked into the house, I remember that Jessica would be out until around 10 PM as she had dancing class tonight. I put my briefcase down next to the couch in the living room and headed over to the bathroom upstairs. I heard the sounds of Pink Floyd coming from the room Monica was staying in and decided not to disturb her for the moment. I walked into the bathroom and took a quick piss, then I noticed something. Monica's panties were in the laundry basket.
I had seen her panties before in there, but I never really thought twice of even picking them up. This time I did however, and I moved them close to my face. I smelled the scent of her pussy on it somewhat, although it wasn't that strong of a smell as these were obviously worn by her a few days back. Still, they were enough to turn me on.
I made sure the bathroom door was closed and took my cock out of my pants. Wrapping the panties around my manhood, I quickly began masturbating. Every now and then, I would rub the panties all over my balls, feeling the warmth against my hands. My cock is pulsing as my fingers, wrapped in Monica's panties rub around my thick round head. As I continued, I noticed a picture inside the basket. It was a picture of Monica, must have fallen in there out of her pants or something. Didn't matter to me right now. I continued rubbing my cock as I now dazed at the picture in which Monica was wearing a short leather black skirt and a pink top, her nipples pressed so hard against it, that they poked through the soft material. Soon enough, I came, letting my seed splash all over the picture I was holding. I imagined my head coming on Monica's face as I shot out a final stream of cum onto the picture.
I quickly cleaned up, ripping up the picture and flushing it down the toilet along with the paper towel I used to clean up. Tucking my cock back into my boxers, I zipped up my pants and stepped outside. The sound of Pink Floyd still blasting from Monica's room, I just had to sneak a peek.
Her door was closed and I had no intention of opening it, but I remembered something. There was a tiny hole in the wall leading to the guest room where she was. It in my bedroom, I never really thought of using it before. The hole was in my closet in my room and next to the mirror in the guest room. I never bothered fixing it as it didn't really bother anyone. But now it would come as a huge convenience.
I peeked through the whole and was blown away. I was hoping that maybe she'd be perhaps at least half-naked, in the processing of dressing or something. No, she was completely naked. Laying on her bed with her legs spread. Getting her pussy licked... by Jessica's cat. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I mean, I'd heard of some strange things, but this was beyond weird.
But it turned me on. The expression on Monica's face, and well, the fact that she was getting her pussy licked... even by a cat, and she was loving it. Even though my cock had gone limp a few minutes prior after I came, I felt it stirring in my pants again. I watched her for a few minutes, rubbing my rod through my pants, observing with disbelief and amazement. After a short while, Monica pushed the cat (who Jessica had named Ally when we got her) aside, and grabbed something from the small table next to the bed. It was a dildo and before I even knew it, she had shoved it deep inside her. She came as she bucked, her ass lifting off the bed and I could even hear her moan out of pleasure.
I moved away from the hole and decided I'd knock on the guest room door, just to let Monica know I'm home. Surely she'd get dressed quickly by the time she would answer my knocking, and I wasn't really sure what else I would say or do... but my lack of knowledge wouldn't stop me now.
I walked over to Monica's door and knocked a few times...
(OOC: I don't want to give Monica's part to just anybody... so if you're interested, just drop me an e-mail. And no, I don't want anybody to play Jessica... I don't plan on turning this into a father/daughter story, it's not exactly my thing).
A 37 year old divorced man, with one daughter (Jessica, aged 19) with short blonde hair and green eyes. Jeremy is the vice president at a advertising company and pulls in quite an amount of money. He lives in a beautiful neighborhood in upstate New York, inside a luxurious but small house with his daughter.
IC:
Tuesday night, I came home at the usual time, 5 PM. For the past week, Monica had been staying over, she was Jessica's best friend. Her parents were going through some rough times and Monica didn't want to stay with either of them, so she asked if she could stay here. I agreed of course, but not simply due to the fact that she was my daughter's best friend. More like because she had the most beautiful body I had ever seen.
Monica was 19, just like my daughter. Her body was gorgeous and so was her face. A perfectly round ass and tits that made her look like she could easily compete with Pamela Lee in a wet bikini contest. It was early summer and she always wore tight little shorts and small t-shirts that made me hard in an instant.
I knew she never thought of me the way I thought of her, she considered me as sort of a second father. In fact, in recent days, she was giving me the impression that she even preferred me over her actual father.
As I walked into the house, I remember that Jessica would be out until around 10 PM as she had dancing class tonight. I put my briefcase down next to the couch in the living room and headed over to the bathroom upstairs. I heard the sounds of Pink Floyd coming from the room Monica was staying in and decided not to disturb her for the moment. I walked into the bathroom and took a quick piss, then I noticed something. Monica's panties were in the laundry basket.
I had seen her panties before in there, but I never really thought twice of even picking them up. This time I did however, and I moved them close to my face. I smelled the scent of her pussy on it somewhat, although it wasn't that strong of a smell as these were obviously worn by her a few days back. Still, they were enough to turn me on.
I made sure the bathroom door was closed and took my cock out of my pants. Wrapping the panties around my manhood, I quickly began masturbating. Every now and then, I would rub the panties all over my balls, feeling the warmth against my hands. My cock is pulsing as my fingers, wrapped in Monica's panties rub around my thick round head. As I continued, I noticed a picture inside the basket. It was a picture of Monica, must have fallen in there out of her pants or something. Didn't matter to me right now. I continued rubbing my cock as I now dazed at the picture in which Monica was wearing a short leather black skirt and a pink top, her nipples pressed so hard against it, that they poked through the soft material. Soon enough, I came, letting my seed splash all over the picture I was holding. I imagined my head coming on Monica's face as I shot out a final stream of cum onto the picture.
I quickly cleaned up, ripping up the picture and flushing it down the toilet along with the paper towel I used to clean up. Tucking my cock back into my boxers, I zipped up my pants and stepped outside. The sound of Pink Floyd still blasting from Monica's room, I just had to sneak a peek.
Her door was closed and I had no intention of opening it, but I remembered something. There was a tiny hole in the wall leading to the guest room where she was. It in my bedroom, I never really thought of using it before. The hole was in my closet in my room and next to the mirror in the guest room. I never bothered fixing it as it didn't really bother anyone. But now it would come as a huge convenience.
I peeked through the whole and was blown away. I was hoping that maybe she'd be perhaps at least half-naked, in the processing of dressing or something. No, she was completely naked. Laying on her bed with her legs spread. Getting her pussy licked... by Jessica's cat. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I mean, I'd heard of some strange things, but this was beyond weird.
But it turned me on. The expression on Monica's face, and well, the fact that she was getting her pussy licked... even by a cat, and she was loving it. Even though my cock had gone limp a few minutes prior after I came, I felt it stirring in my pants again. I watched her for a few minutes, rubbing my rod through my pants, observing with disbelief and amazement. After a short while, Monica pushed the cat (who Jessica had named Ally when we got her) aside, and grabbed something from the small table next to the bed. It was a dildo and before I even knew it, she had shoved it deep inside her. She came as she bucked, her ass lifting off the bed and I could even hear her moan out of pleasure.
I moved away from the hole and decided I'd knock on the guest room door, just to let Monica know I'm home. Surely she'd get dressed quickly by the time she would answer my knocking, and I wasn't really sure what else I would say or do... but my lack of knowledge wouldn't stop me now.
I walked over to Monica's door and knocked a few times...
(OOC: I don't want to give Monica's part to just anybody... so if you're interested, just drop me an e-mail. And no, I don't want anybody to play Jessica... I don't plan on turning this into a father/daughter story, it's not exactly my thing).
