So, having had a surprising night with Claire, my Daddy's new girlfriend, I had been having a lot of naughty thoughts, all day, all night, I spent a lot of time in my bed with my fingers on my sensitive little clit...
Claire messaged me about a week after, saying that she had told Daddy that she wanted to meet me, and was going to invite me round one evening in the week. The emojis she ended the message with had me tingling straightaway.
'Paul is at rugby on Saturday, he won't be back until late, why don't you come over and we can share some wine. PS I have a surprise for you x'
I messaged him to tell him I was going to be there, and he replied that it was good that I was going to meet Claire for the first time (if only he knew) and hoped we would get along.
Saturday could not have come soon enough, my heart was racing as I got off the bus and walked to the house.
I let myself in and was greeted by Claire, in just satin shorts and a thin top.
She kissed me, a long slow kiss with her hand trailing down to cup my tits, my filmy bra barely containing them, my nipples hard and in need of attention.
As her tongue pushed into my mouth, I reached down and slipped two fingers inside her satin shorts, the loose material pushed to one side so I could stroke her already soaking pussy. Her breath caught as my fingers moved to her swollen clit and began to gently circle. Our lips locked, kissing messy, sloppy, passionate, as I fingered her gently but firmly, Claire moaned into me as I pushed her towards orgasm, my left hand in her hair as we kissed, my right stroking and kneading her, using my thumb on her clit as two fingers pushed up into her deliciously tight and wet cunt, she shuddered against me as she came hard on my hand...
'Oh fuck, Jess, fuck, that was good, fuck...'
She sank down on to the sofa, pulling me with her to hold and gently kiss in the afterglow.
'What is this surprise then?'
'Mmmm. Are you ready to see something really naughty..?'
I nodded, but little did I know what was coming.
Claire pulled the coffee table over and went upstairs, returning with a laptop and her phone. She popped it on the table and plugged her phone in.
'I hope you like it, we made it last weekend after you had gone.'
The screen started playing a video. It was in their bedroom, the camera, obviously on one of those phone tripod things, covered the area in front of the bed, the quality was stunning.
Daddy was kneeling naked to one side, his thick cock jutting from between his legs.
Claire walked into shot, a little twirl for Daddy and the camera.
I gasped at her outfit. Short pleated grey skirt, white short sleeved blouse, white knee-socks, little pink heels, her hair tied in bunchies, she was evidently going for the college look - she looked, frankly, fucking gorgeous.
She turned and looked into the camera, winked and turned back.
