"I'll just leave you here for a bit while I go and get something from the shop then," Rachel stated, smiling back over her shoulder as she left the bedroom.
"Hang on, you can't do that," Devon replied, his voice pitch rising as she left the room. He craned his neck in a futile effort to see where she was going. The blindfold and handcuffs prevented any success. He called out a couple more times as the sounds of her passage through the house receded, but eventually had to accept as he heard the front door close that she had indeed left him naked and cuffed whilst she ran an errand.
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Sandra pulled into the driveway, excited to get home after the semester at college and looking forward to being able to surprise her father who thought she was arriving in town the following day. She wondered whether she'd meet her father's new girlfriend and wasn't sure whether to be excited for her father or wary. Certainly since he'd started seeing her, he'd sounded happier than any time she could remember since her mother's death. She was happy for him in that respect but at the same time, she was always reserved when meeting someone that had the potential to try and 'replace' her mother.
Sandra grabbed the keys from the ignition and her handbag from the passenger's seat leaving the rest of her luggage in the back of the Prius figuring that she'd get help with it later rather than lug it herself. She entered the house, expecting no one to be home and was surprised when she heard her father call out from the direction of his bedroom.
"Rachel! I knew you weren't going to be as long as you threatened." Surprised that her father was home rather than working and wanting the surprise of her early return to come on her terms, not to mention the fact that she clearly wasn't Rachel, Sandra said nothing and went to find the source of his voice. She was more than a little shocked when she glanced in his room and found that he was naked on the bed, arms and legs spread wide and a blindfold covering his eyes.
"Rachel?" he asked, obviously sensing someone was there. Sandra said nothing and found herself frozen to the spot in shock. She wasn't sure what to do. Should she just leave? Did she embarrass her father by letting him know who it was that was standing there watching? Her eyes found their way down to his cock and lingered there. She knew that she shouldn't be looking, but it had been a while since she'd been with anyone and she couldn't help but assess its size. It was neither the biggest nor the smallest she'd seen and she found herself stepping into her father's room to get a better look. He'd obviously been keeping at the triathlons and still looked as fit as many of the 20 year olds that she knew.
Sandra was surprised by herself, both in the fact that she'd entered the room and even more so by the fact that she could feel her body responding to the naked flesh before her, regardless of the fact that it was her father. There was something about the blindfold that gave her just sufficient separation to enable her to draw on her curiosity. Her father had obviously been there long enough for his dick to go limp and she couldn't help but wonder how big it would get.
"Fuck you're a tease," her father said as she moved alongside the bed. His cock twitched too. Sandra watched and then with her heart racing, reached out and traced a finger down the length of it, seeing it begin to stiffen at the contact. Up and down her finger went, lightly touching the soft skin as the shaft beneath hardened and elongated. It was a fascinating process.
She teased the head of his cock a little, licking her finger and swirling it around it, enjoying the changes that she saw as he grew to full size. The whole time that she did this she was thinking and wondering. She knew that she should leave, but something seemed to hold her there. She'd always loved her Dad and in some of her more depraved moments had even fantasized occasionally after her Mother had died about taking care of his 'special needs'. She'd never done more than that though. Yet here he now was, naked and tied, unable to do a thing as she teased at his cock. She licked her lips. He wouldn't know, she thought. Her father moaned as her fingers continued to tease his stiffness.
"I could do whatever I want and just leave," she thought to herself. Her loins flushed at the thought. Then she wondered how long this Rachel would be likely to leave her father like this and panicked a bit. She could come home any second! That thought surprisingly aroused her further. She leant over the bed and blew on her Father's cock. Her hand wrapped around his generous girth and lifted it from where it lay against his belly. She lowered her mouth over it and sucked long and deep, Devon groaning his appreciation. She sucked up and down, bobbing her head for a few moments before releasing him. Then she fled the room quickly but quietly and returned to her car, her father's voice pursuing her, calling for Rachel.
She sped off down the street, her heart beating at a ridiculous rate, her mind whirling. If I don't get home until I'm expected, she realised, he'll never know that I sucked his cock. She pulled over and grabbed her phone, calling her friend Lucy and arranging to stay the night.
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"Miss me?" Rachel called out as she entered the bedroom and sat upon the bed, her hand going to Devon's cock.
"Of course," Devon replied as he stiffened again, his mind wondering about what had transpired before when she had sucked him and suddenly stopped.
"I guess I'd better make it up to you then," she said, moving so that she could engulf his hardening cock in her mouth, sucking and slurping until he was fully erect. Devon moaned as pleasure washed through his cock. Devon thrust at Rachel's mouth as she worked him over, her tongue and lips combining to heighten his pleasure until with a loud vocal release, he came, his cum spurting into her mouth. Rachel swallowed his seed eagerly before moving to kiss him, running her tongue into his mouth and exploring.
She removed the blindfold first, then his hands and ankles. Devon rubbed at his skin, helping return a little more circulation to them.
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"That was an incredible tease when you came back in and didn't say a word to me," Devon mentioned to Rachel later that night.
"What do you mean?" Rachel asked, her face puzzled.
"You know when you pretended to head off to the shops and then came back in and didn't say a word before leaving again," Devon explained.
"But I didn't," Rachel responded looking thoroughly perplexed.
"Ok, if that's the way you want to play it, it must have been some random stranger that came into the house while you were away, found me in my bedroom, tied up naked, didn't say a word, but played with my cock and sucked me and then left? Suuure it wasn't you."
Rachel tried to explain that it really hadn't been her, but Devon wouldn't have anything of it, fixed with the idea that Rachel was simply trying to continue the air of mystery. She let it go so that he wouldn't make a big deal of it, but knew for a fact that it hadn't been her. Someone actually had come into the house and played with his cock. She couldn't remember now whether she'd remembered to lock the door or not. She desperately tried to recall if she'd needed to use the key when she came back, but it was a bit vague and she couldn't be 100% sure.
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Sandra's mind raced through the night at Lucy's place. They stayed up late talking and over and again she considered telling Lucy what had happened. They were close friends and had discussed every detail of their burgeoning sexual experiences even as they moved to separate colleges and different states. She couldn't quite bring herself to do it though. After all, it was her father that she'd sucked off.
"So, what's the one thing you wish you'd done but haven't this year?" Lucy asked her.
"Dunno, hadn't thought about it," Sandra replied.
"Come on, you can do better than that," Lucy laughed.
