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“Good.”
I turned to face my daddy. “I guess,” he said as he closed the door with his foot, “it’s just us then? Just us in this lonely laundry closet.”
“Oh yeah?” I looked up at him, my eyes wide and innocent, and chewed my lip a little. “What are you gonna do to your little girl? Are you gonna flip this skirt up, throw my leg over the dryer?” I ran a finger down my chest and lifted the hem of my pleated skirt just below where my cleft began. “You gonna shove me face down and stick that big, hard cock straight in me?”
Before he could respond, a pop song that seemed to be lost in time burst forth from Peter’s pants pocket. “Oh,” he said, “hark, your mother.”
“Hey Marie, what’s doin? Uh huh, hey listen, I... uh...” He made a ‘blah blah blah’ hand gesture. I couldn’t make out individual words, but it was obvious that my mother was talking up quite a storm in my daddy’s ear. I felt bad for him in a way, but decided that I was going to turn his conversation into a little bit of a game.
Lifting my leg and stroking my knee against the appliance, I slipped a finger inside my mouth, wet it with my tongue and traced a line down my chest, hooking my shirt and pulling it down to give my daddy a little preview of my milky-white tits.
“Buh- Marie, just a sec. Uh, call coming in.” He blurted out, held the phone almost a foot from his face and found the ‘hold’ button with a silly looking, bemused grin.
“I just... God, Liz, you’re a sight. I don’t know how you do it,” he said, putting a hand on my shoulder and feeling my arm, “you’re just incredible, you know?”
Grinning, and feeling playful, I let my shirt pop back into place and turned my back to my daddy. As I bent over the dryer, I made sure to grind my thighs together just enough that my skirt rode up my legs, and he could see that my panties were in the washing machine.
“Quit it! You’re making this call even worse than it already is,” my daddy said, returning to the call.
“Okay, sorry. So, you were saying?” He attempted to return his attention to my mom. Whatever she was saying didn’t make him happy, but that made my game more fun.
“I donno,” I looked back and shook my ass a little, “I think I feel like just getting fucked, daddy. Right here. Right now. Watching you work in the yard all morning got me a little... well...”
He moved right up behind me so that I felt the heat of his body against me. His virile, delicious smell filled my nose. “You’ll be here when? Oh okay Marie, that’ll be great. Listen, I think Liz and the baby are coming in for the holiday weekend... Uh-huh, yeah. That sounds good. Oh man, I hate to do this again but someone’s calling. Just a sec.” He put her back on hold, laughing.
“You are an evil, evil thing, Liz,” he said and chuckled again.
My daddy pushed closer. As his skin touched mine, I couldn’t help but gasp. The scent of his sweat, oil and gas from the lawn equipment was enough to drive me just a little crazy. I shimmied against him and bent forward, spreading my legs a little. His bulge brushed against my lips, parting them ever so slightly.
Looking back, I giggled as Peter clenched his jaws together. I knew I had gotten to him when he started with jaw clenching. He held his breath for a moment, and then turned back to the phone.
“Okay, Marie, back again. Sorry about this, people just keep...”
I reached between my legs and gave my daddy’s bulging cock a squeeze through his jeans, taking the game to the next level.
“Oh!” He grunted as I played, and started breathing harder.
“Uh, oh no, nothing, I’m just trying to... er... move something.”
Again, I stroked my body up and down his rod. That time, I gave his balls a little massage.
“Hah! Unn... Okay, uh Marie, I need to go. Got a... um, something to take care of. Sorry! Okay, talk to you soon, yep, bye. Okay, bye!”
He threw the phone onto a shelf above the washing machine and turned his full attention to the little slut harassing him. Pushing against me harder, Peter put a hand on my stomach and kissed me behind an ear.
“Well, if daddy’s little girl wants him to throw her across a washing machine and take her sweet little pussy from behind, daddy can probably do that,” he whispered in my ear. Somehow, Peter’s words alone were enough to send a shiver down my spine and make my nipples pucker against the soft, comfortable cotton t-shirt.
Peter devoured my neck with kisses and rubbed his hands down my arms, then held me tight for a moment, his forearms around my waist and his face nestled in my hair.
“Daddy, can you pull my hair? Pull your dirty girl’s hair. Make it hurt – I want you so bad. Just yank my hair and fuck me. Please, daddy?” I cooed, rubbing my firm ass backwards against the growing lump in Peter’s jeans.
His response was to kiss me again, then wrap my ponytail around one of his hands and yank. Hard. At the same moment, he reached around, slipped his hand under my shirt and cupped the breast that was still swollen with milk. I meant to pump, for later, but got distracted. His fingers looped around the pebbled, sensitive skin of my nipple and gave me a little pinch.
I couldn’t help but yelp a desperate, yearning “ooh!” as he rubbed, and a warm trickle spilled down his fingers before soaking into my shirt.
“Does that feel good? Does it feel good when I squeeze these big, sexy tits? Hmm?” He kissed me again, this time on the back of the neck and clutched me closer. The hand under my shirt slid tickled down my body. He slipped a pair of milk-wet fingers under my skirt just far enough to touch the beginning of my slit. The light, fluttery caresses and the warmth of his kisses made me smile and cuddle back against my daddy’s muscular chest.
After a moment’s worth of snuggling, he worked his finger between my folds gently and circled my clit long enough to make a little juice well up between my pussy lips.
