- Joined
- Jan 14, 2009
- Location
- Canada
James held up his hands as Gabby warned him off of asking after her.
"Probably right, I'll take your word for it." he answered her. Still, part of him did want to know. Was his daughter fucking around the school? Was there another man in her life that she was hiding, a string of young men that she had on call? With her looks and temperment, she would have no trouble having nearly any guy she wanted in her school. And many of them outside of it. James was making good on his promise, opening up the cabinet. He swung a door open. There was a wonderful spread within, a lot fo James' choice in fine liquor. He lifted out a bottle of smooth black rum. Always good to start off with the fine stuff, while you could appreciate it. The cheaper booze would come when they were drinking enough to not really tell the difference anymore.
He saw her on her knees, ass in the air, and had the impulse to do something about it. A hand cracking into it, the indignant yelp she would make. A hand on her neck, keeping her bent over, the likely scream when he penetrated her, eventually giving way to the moans that would come when he showed her what it was to truly be a part of the family. he shook his head, looked back at the cabinet, picking out a few other bottles for later on. He heard her going through the movies, and chuckled at the one she seemed to almost take. Quite a choice. With all he planned on tonight, the thought of showing her that particular gem was...entertaining. He moved over to the couch. He seslected a pair of small glasses from the small bar they had set up for when they hosted parties with their friends, the last time Gabby had done so James had supervised and manned said bar, serviing out small doses of booze to keep them entertained. It had been fun really. He poured the glasses with a healthy dose of black rum, and sank onto the couch. It was a huge leather monster, a person could sink into it easily if they weren't careful. it also had a few points that a hand could get stuck in, as he and Callie had found out on one occasion when he'd bent her over it. He smiled at the memory. Soon he might have a new one to go along with it.
William didn't jerk his hand away when she started to move back up to his face, keeping herself close. That feeling on his face, her breath, the heat pouring off of her just at how she must be feeling. And she was asking him things, asking of him. Her breasts pressed together, wanting him to touch, to feel...his hands moved to them, roughened thumbs rolling her nipples along, his chest tight with the nerves at what she'd asked him. They'd crossed a line doing this, but on some level he still felt like there was a way back if they didn't move past this point. But where would that leave him? Aside from massively unsatisfied with the outcome. And that was a realization in and of itself.
He didn't want this. He needed it now. No going back.
"I...I don't..." He trailed off, his voice tight with the effort of what he was trying to say as his hands moved from her breasts. "I don't..." His hands moved to his shorts. "I don't want to just touch you. I want more than that." He pushed his shorts down. His cock was as hard as it had ever been in his life, and it swung free, showing a monster of a member. Truly his father's son, William measure ten inches long, and nearly three thick, pusing with his heartbeat, ready to use, to be used. But he'd wanted more, and he meant it. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to Callie's pressing his chest tight to her, pouring that desperate need into the action, while his hand went to her side, finding the tie that secired the remainder of his suit. It came free as easily as the previous tie. He broke the kiss off, putting the little bit of distance back between them. Callie had known what she was doing very well up until now. And he was willing to play it by her rules for now.
"Probably right, I'll take your word for it." he answered her. Still, part of him did want to know. Was his daughter fucking around the school? Was there another man in her life that she was hiding, a string of young men that she had on call? With her looks and temperment, she would have no trouble having nearly any guy she wanted in her school. And many of them outside of it. James was making good on his promise, opening up the cabinet. He swung a door open. There was a wonderful spread within, a lot fo James' choice in fine liquor. He lifted out a bottle of smooth black rum. Always good to start off with the fine stuff, while you could appreciate it. The cheaper booze would come when they were drinking enough to not really tell the difference anymore.
He saw her on her knees, ass in the air, and had the impulse to do something about it. A hand cracking into it, the indignant yelp she would make. A hand on her neck, keeping her bent over, the likely scream when he penetrated her, eventually giving way to the moans that would come when he showed her what it was to truly be a part of the family. he shook his head, looked back at the cabinet, picking out a few other bottles for later on. He heard her going through the movies, and chuckled at the one she seemed to almost take. Quite a choice. With all he planned on tonight, the thought of showing her that particular gem was...entertaining. He moved over to the couch. He seslected a pair of small glasses from the small bar they had set up for when they hosted parties with their friends, the last time Gabby had done so James had supervised and manned said bar, serviing out small doses of booze to keep them entertained. It had been fun really. He poured the glasses with a healthy dose of black rum, and sank onto the couch. It was a huge leather monster, a person could sink into it easily if they weren't careful. it also had a few points that a hand could get stuck in, as he and Callie had found out on one occasion when he'd bent her over it. He smiled at the memory. Soon he might have a new one to go along with it.
William didn't jerk his hand away when she started to move back up to his face, keeping herself close. That feeling on his face, her breath, the heat pouring off of her just at how she must be feeling. And she was asking him things, asking of him. Her breasts pressed together, wanting him to touch, to feel...his hands moved to them, roughened thumbs rolling her nipples along, his chest tight with the nerves at what she'd asked him. They'd crossed a line doing this, but on some level he still felt like there was a way back if they didn't move past this point. But where would that leave him? Aside from massively unsatisfied with the outcome. And that was a realization in and of itself.
He didn't want this. He needed it now. No going back.
"I...I don't..." He trailed off, his voice tight with the effort of what he was trying to say as his hands moved from her breasts. "I don't..." His hands moved to his shorts. "I don't want to just touch you. I want more than that." He pushed his shorts down. His cock was as hard as it had ever been in his life, and it swung free, showing a monster of a member. Truly his father's son, William measure ten inches long, and nearly three thick, pusing with his heartbeat, ready to use, to be used. But he'd wanted more, and he meant it. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to Callie's pressing his chest tight to her, pouring that desperate need into the action, while his hand went to her side, finding the tie that secired the remainder of his suit. It came free as easily as the previous tie. He broke the kiss off, putting the little bit of distance back between them. Callie had known what she was doing very well up until now. And he was willing to play it by her rules for now.