David, your husband-formerly-father

"Isabel, are you in h--oh."

David stops abruptly as he takes in the sight of his hot, young wife lying in what amounts to a pool of her own pussy juices. Your dark brown hair is splayed enticingly out across the pillow. You have one finger in your mouth, tasting yourself; the other lies across your gently groomed mound, drawing attention to your swollen and soaked cunt. With your legs spread wide like this, there's no way to hide your arousal and satisfaction. The entire room smells like sex.

"I couldn't help it," you simper. "I heard them going at it like rabbits."

"Couldn't even wait for me, though, could you?" He starts to unbutton his shirt. You stare lustfully at his broad, hairless chest. Part of you insists this is wrong, that somewhere, somehow, he's your father. But then again, didn't you kind of lust after your daddy before all this anyway? And now, here you, quite literally in a position to act on that lust....

"I'm sorry."

He steps closer, finishes taking off the shirt. "I'm sorry, sir."

"I'm sorry, sir."

He unzips his fly. His cock is even longer than Curtis', and thicker. You can't take your eyes off the purple head. Already the thoughts of what that shaft is going to do to your young, tight brown body....

"I think I deserve more of an apology than that," he says. "I think you need to make it up to me. I am your husband, after all."

You get onto all fours, understanding exactly what he wants. You crawl forward submissively, your ass jiggling gently up and down. When you reach the end of the bed, your husband-father's cock is at eye level. Your mouth waters. You open it.

David grabs a fistful of hair and guides himself deep into your throat. He fills you, gags you, your eyes tearing up as you take his full length. You look up at him in abject submission and with genuine apology; yes, you are a sorry little bitch.

He eases out of you, then back in. Begins to build up the rhythm of fucking your face. You take it, relishing the taste and scent of his manhood.

Gradually, he pulls out one last time. His cock slaps against your cheeks, stinging slightly, drops of pre-cum hitting your ear, your hair, your eyes and nose. "Lick me, nice and slow."

You move quickly to obey. Your hand snakes up and secures the base of his penis, stroking slowly up the length of the shaft, while your lips kiss the tip. Your tongue swirls around where the glans meets shaft, delicately pressing against the most sensitive parts of your master's body. The way his cock throbs and the low groan he emits is enough to tell you that you are doing your job well.

Meanwhile, he takes the opportunity your position affords him to reach back and touch your large bubble butt. You try to imagine what he sees from his perspective: a youthful Latina hottie, hair messy, face flushed, balanced on her hands and knees on the bed as she goes down on his big dick. Your ass must form a pleasing heart-shape in the air, and though he can't see or quite reach your pussy, he must be able to smell how wet and ready it is to be fucked. Your earlier orgasm already seems like a distant memory as your body releases more adrenaline and prepares you for another round.

You spit, covering his cock with your warm saliva, and rub your hands up and down. You're rewarded with more tasty gobs of pre-cum, which you lick up with gusto, smacking your lips together exaggeratedly. "So tasty," you murmur. "I can't wait for a big load in my mouth."

"Oh yeah? Let me lie down here so you can work me over." He gets naked and lies on his back next to you.

You crawl up to his cock and once again grasp it by the base. The firm shaft is now fully vertical, and it looks so tempting. You want it inside your cunt, but you know that it's not quite time. Instead, as you work the shaft slowly with your hand, you use your tongue on his balls. His scent is strong here, and it has a direct line from your nose to the most primitive parts of your brain, overriding any other directives. If any part of you was still hesitating over fucking your father-cum-husband, it is now silenced, forever.

"Fuck, baby, I'm close," he groans.

Taking this as your cue to get what you finally wanted, you stop sucking him and crawl up the length of his chest into you're face to face. You plant a long and intimate kiss on his lips. Then you reach down, grab him firmly, and hold him still as you lower your crotch onto his cock.

Your cunt lips part willingly for him, and you let out a content gasp. He's so big, so full; it's exactly what you were fantasizing about just minutes before. Blood continues to rush to your cunt, to your nipples, to your face. You're wet and flushed in all the right places. Leaning forward over him so he has a perfect view of your curvy tits and torso, you begin to piston up and down his cock.

"Ohhhh, yeah. You're so big inside me. You're filling me right up. Do you like this, sir? Do you like having a hot young slut ride your pole?"

He plays with your tits, making no attempt to be gentle. "I'll say this: I'm glad I married you." You continue to bounce up and down, up and down, your fat ass smacking against his thighs with a satisfying sound. "Fuck, you're so fucking hot, Isabel."

You lean close again and kiss him, keeping your upper body firmly pressed against his while your ass and cunt keep gyrating. "Uh-huh? Does daddy like his little girl like this? Daddy accepts Isabel's apology?"

"Daddy does. Daddy ... oh fuck ... daddy is so close, though. Daddy's gonna cum!"

For a hot second you entertain the notion of letting him creampie you. But you're not on the pill yet, and you aren't sure if this is the right time to start a family. Plus, you still really want to swallow his load.

So with only a twinge of ****, you slip off his slickly-coated pole and make sure you position yourself so he has a good view of your backside while you take him back into your mouth. Indeed, he takes full advantage of this fact and slips his fingers into your cunt and asshole. Your fantasy further coming true, you focus on the taste of his cock now. You can taste yourself, the juices that minutes ago you were licking up when David came into the room. Even your pussy tastes different now.

And you love it.

Just like you love the salty, warm load of jizz as it spurts from his cock. It hits the back of your throat, and you carefully angle yourself so that more of it washes over your tongue. You close your eyes and moan happily. After the stress of the last few days, the discomfort of your new family situation, the frustration of watching mom--Becky--get her satisfaction when you're in such need ... this is your reward. You've done your wifely duty, let your master use your body the way it was designed. It's not just the sex act itself that turns you on: it's this idea filling your mind that this is what you are made for, that everything else you do--school, work, socializing--is just to pass the time between fuckings. Your curves, your cunt, are all for this. All for him.

Once the initial burst ends, you carefully release the cock from your mouth and start licking it, keeping on top of any last drops as they emerge. After he is completely clean, you turn and let him see your freshly-fucked face, tantalizing globs of sperm and semen trickling from the corners of your mouth.

"I'm so, so sorry," you say. You lick your lips.

He pulls you in for a kiss. "Apology accepted, you dirty girl." He squeezes you, hands caressing all your curves, appreciating the perfection of his possession. You lie in his tight embrace, satisfied.