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Life-long slave/wife is displaced by her own daughter.
"God, Doc, I can feel you getting even harder. Do I do that to you?"
"You know you do..."
"I must be such a naughty little girl to turn you on like that. A married man with two kids...it must take a pretty nasty slut to get that kind of man into this kind of state. Is that what I am? Am I your bad little girl? Your dirty little secret?"
"D-do you want to be?" Greg stuttered.
"Mmmm, more than anything," she admitted, kissing him deeply. She ran her fingertips over the top of his dick, spreading his precum over the head, and felt him shudder.
"Do you want me to just jerk you off right here and now? It's your birthday...I'll do that for you if you want."
He gritted his teeth and hissed before answering, "No."
"Good," she replied, batting her eyelashes, "Because I can be a lot more fun than that."
She released him and kissed him hard again. His hands tangled themselves in her blond locks while hers deftly began to unbutton his shirt. When it was open, she shoved him back into his desk chair and took a step away.
"Watch me," she instructed him as she began to sway her hips. Slowly, she removed her heels and her pants, leaving him in a dark green thong and tall thin black socks.
"Very nice," the doctor confessed.
"Just very nice?" she asked, eyebrows raising, "Something I can do improve the view?"
"Take off your panties," Greg requested.
"Ooooo, good idea." Mallory hooked a finger under each side of the small straps resting on her hips and began to slide them off at an agonizing pace. When she stood again, her smooth, hairless sex was exposed, lips puffing out ever so slightly.
The babysitter tossed them to him, explaining, "A souvenir."
Then she added, "Was this what you had in mind?"
"But I'm naked now."
"Ahh, I see. You wanted me naked?"
"You like to look at my pussy? My tiny teen cunt?"
"I...do. I shouldn't but...I do."
"Good. I think you should like it. I think I have pretty pussy, don't you?"
"So why shouldn't you like to look at it."
"For one, you're 14 years younger than me."
"And that makes it hotter."
"M-ma-maybe. But I should know better."
"Oh, you definitely should, Doc. And you do. And you still can't help yourself, can you?"
He didn't respond to the question, keeping himself on task, "For another, I'm married."
"To that boring woman upstairs."
She advanced on him.
"Yes, but it's me you want, isn't it?"
"I-yes. Often. But my wife is very attractive."
"Oh, I know. She's in fabulous shape, too, isn't she?"
"And you still can't stop fucking me, can you?"
He didn't respond.
"Do you think about me when you make love to her?"
"Do you wish it was me you were inside?"
"When you imagine that, that her hairy mess is actually my smooth cunt, that her mouth ooing and awing is really my mouth telling you wicked things, does it make you cum faster?"
"Mmm, I knew it."
She reached him and pulled his underwear off and tossed it away. She straddled him.
"Do you want this?"
"Please Mal..." he moaned.
She lowered herself onto him, taking in the sensation of it. The feeling of pressure, of her body opening to him, the experience of another pulse inside her.
"Gooooooooooood," she moaned, "So good. You know how to keep a girl satisfied, Doc, I'll tell you that."
He moved his hands over her body; touching every bit of it he could, savoring the feeling of her skin on his fingertips.
"Tell me more," she pressured him.
"Tell me: when you have sex with Gina, when you cum, do you tell her you love her?"
"When you do, are you still seeing my face, my body in your mind? Are still imagining the legs wrapped around your back are mine?"
"It...has...happened," he confessed.
"So, are you telling her you love her...or are you telling me?"
"It's okay...you don't have to say it if you don't want. Just do something else for me?"
Having her perched on his dick filled his head with fog, but he tried to sha