Ouch! He Feels So Good! The Complete Collection (Taboo Erotica) by Krissy Saks Page A

sides, carefully, so as not to tickle
her with either too much or too little pressure.  He gingerly worked around the
meaty sides of her breasts.  These little puppies need protection, too.
     
    “Are
you excited?” he asked.  The question caught Cameron off-guard as she warmed to
his soft caress.  “About tomorrow, the graduation?”
     
    “Oh,
yeah,” she said dreamily.
     
    “Have
you got plans afterwards?  A party?”
     
    “Yeah,
a friend is having a kegger at his house.  Don’t worry; his parents will be
there, so it shouldn’t get too wild.”  She paused, and then asked, “Daddy, do
you think Mom will be at the ceremony?”
     
    “I
suppose she will.  I haven’t talked with her.  We do most of our communicating
through lawyers.”  His hands roamed over her lower back, his fingertips
skirting the elastic band of her bikini.
     
    “I’d
prefer that she didn’t, especially if she brings that jackass, Dave Warren,
with her.  If she does, I swear, I’ll go off on that whore.”
     
    “Now,
now,” Chris chided, squirting more lotion into his hand.  “Don’t call your
mother a whore.  Technically, she’s a ‘slut.’ A whore charges money for sex;
your mother gives it away.”  He bent her leg, rubbing her foot and ankle.
     
    “Well,
she can go to hell.  I don’t care if I never see her again.  And I hate talking
to her on the phone.  She’s like, ‘Oh, just pretend that everything’s normal
between us,’ but it’s not.  It’ll never be normal again.”
     
    Chris
continued applying the lotion to her leg, moving up to her left thigh.  “I know
what you mean.  I hated to lose my bookkeeper.”
     
    Cameron
laughed.  Dad ran his own pool cleaning business from home, and Mom took care
of the accounting.  Spring was the beginning of the peak season, and Dad
couldn’t oversee his crew, vehicles, scheduling and do the books.  Fortunately,
Cameron had worked in the office part-time for years, so she could step into
her mother’s shoes.
     
    “Don’t
worry, Dad, I can handle it.  Mom was getting pretty bitchy with customers. 
They like having someone sweet like me answering the phone.”  Daddy’s hands
lathered up the inside of her thigh.  She wondered how far up he would dare to
go.  Her bikini wasn’t a thong, but it showed plenty of cheek.  He stopped at
the top of her thigh, pausing to add more lotion.
     
    “I
sure appreciate your help, sweetheart,” he said.  “At least until school starts
in August.  Then I’m going to have to hire someone new.”
     
    She
had been waiting for the right moment to make her plea.  “Dad, you should let
me attend the community college, until things get settled for you.  I could
take some of the general courses cheaper than at State, and the credits will
transfer.  I could live here and you’d save a ton of money.  I mean, who knows
what Mom’s lawyers are going to do?  They’re just out to make money and they’re
going to try to take yours.”
     
    “Yeah,
that’s all true, but your tuition at State has already been paid.  I’d love to
have you stay here with me, but it’d be better for you in a lot of ways.”  His
mind wandered as his hands returned to her thigh.  It will be lonely here with
both Cammy and Ruth gone.  I hate having to train someone.  We’ll still be
busier than shit in August and September.
     
    He
imagined interviewing candidates for the job.  Someone with experience would be
best; an older woman, perhaps.  Maybe a divorcee desperate to make ends meet. 
He pictured an attractive woman, her eyes pleading as the interview is winding
down.  “I’d be so grateful, Mr. Kennedy.  I’d do anything to work here.”  And
working from home, there’d be lots of opportunities to become less businesslike
with a coworker.
     
    He
smiled, lost in his fantasy, not paying any mind as he squeezed his daughter’s
upper thigh and buttocks.  Or maybe a younger girl, just starting out.  A